Red Door


By jennifer
Tue, 04 Feb 2025
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Red Door
Jennifer Pickup, 03.02.2025
I heard the news today,
It made my heart beat sore.
I took your record out to play
Only a night or two before.
Your voice a memory,
I saunter down the lane…
Oh, what I wouldn’t give to live
That magic decade once again.
I hope you’ll wait for me,
And plan some final jaunts,
The two of us both young and free
In the old familiar haunts.
We will not fade away,
Without one last hurrah.
Let’s spend one more night together,
Take things a little bit too far.
I will bring the black paint,
If you find the red door –
We can escape into the past,
Revisit who we were before.
Ride those wild, wild horses,
Dream our forgotten dreams…
Maybe we can get what we want,
And death is not the end it seems.
Please come and stay with me,
My dearest little bird,
And we’ll talk in broken English,
Sing all the songs we ever heard.
I heard the news today –
You’ve left me high and dry.
I wonder if you sit and watch
Me and my tears go slowly by.
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This is such a beautiful poem
Permalink Submitted by skinner_jennifer on
This is such a beautiful poem Jennifer. I read it as a tribute to Marianne Faithfull, but it also reminded me of that special someone I knew when I was a teenager in the early 1970s.
I shall come back and read again and again, as it touched my soul.
Thank you for sharing.
Jenny.
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