Mont Orgueill

We walked around Mont Orgueill
and how the wind blew
I was blue with cold
and you rolled
as the wind buffeted

around turrets
and things.

We stood in the gallery
looked at pictures
and wax figures

hard to think
those were the days
and these
were ours.

There are snapshots,
curios,
weird things
like a pack of tarot


I called up the hangman
you the sun.

The wind still blows
at Mont Orgueill
I held a wedding there
last weekend
as the gales
blew in from the sea

It was grey glass
and the spume
dampened hair

The merry couple laughed
and the wax figures
waned

I think moth
had got in their costumes
or perhaps the weather
made them despondent?

I nearly recommended
a cedar wood chest
no holes in their vests;

but my heart was buffeted
by a lingering memory
of a kiss on the turret

So long ago
in another lifetime





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Written on 2009-07-24 at 22:16

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Stan Cooper The PoetBay support member heart!
beautifully written

xxx Stan
2009-07-24


Chris Fernie
Dear Elle,

This is a beautiful poem which plays to your wonderful skill in marrying the past with the present, the nowness of nostalgia. One day I hope I'll be in one of your poems; now that would be an achievement!


Cheers, Chris xxxxx
2009-07-24



breathtaking construction of verse and outline. As always a work of art and polish by the creator. :)
2009-07-24