Permutations of pupils
swirled to the front and sang
not just
"The Coventry Carol"
but "And the Glory" and
"Lullay My Liking"
with monastic harmonies
perfectly entwined
and then we walked through a deserted little
town with all the lights lit
and quietly blinking
Churches and Abbey gates
were silvered by moonlight and stars
One of the pubs even had glitter
inside its windows
its red plush seats dressed with gold
mulled wine on the tables
But up North in the Western Isles
and
Argyll and Bute
someone is shaking the snow globe
very hard indeed
Romantic as long as one doesn't really
need
the shipping forecast
Comments
Leander42 | December 8, 2011 - 08:44
I like the contrast between romance and reality. I also like the way you have described the romantic notion with a modern day dickensian feel and yet summed up the reality with just a simple phrase: someone is shaking the snow globe very hard indeed. This extra contrast between detailed and simple description really lifts the poem.
Also the switch between romance and reality, when it comes, is well handled and seems to add more...I don't know...definition to the piece.
Definite yes from me.
camilla | December 8, 2011 - 10:30
Thank you for taking the time to write that. I am just "revving up" really as I have not written much lately . But over all I have written a vast number of poems. It is almost embarrassing. I will have to read more of yours for inspiration.
ScoZen | December 8, 2011 - 18:17
I enjoyed this one
Makes me homesick for "...up North in the Western Isles and Argyll and Bute..."
camilla | December 8, 2011 - 20:30
It always sounded so romantic to need Caledonian MacBrayne in order to travel. Bet they are not going today.
http://www.calmac.co.uk/journey-information/service-status.htm
Apparently there has been a landslide at "the Rest and be Thankful". The service to Eigg, Rum, and Muck is disrupted .
Some are running a normal service...golly.