Where Nick Lived
By Noo
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In the car
Listening to Lazarus
On the way
To where Nick lived
Headlights eat up white lines
And the world is shimmering
Through a rain-warped windscreen
In the village
The daffodils mob,
Unfriendly on the verges
And the church bells wail
Did he see those flowers?
Did he hear those bells?
In the ground he mingles
With his parents,
Their cells at the beginning
Their dust at the end
The green stone promises
“Now we rise and
We are everywhere"
On the way home
The trees stoop over the road,
A holloway of concern,
They remember when he lived here
But they didn’t interfere with the black dog
That dogged him
Trees don’t tend to
They take the long view
They know
How small we are
Lazarus is back again
And he’s singing
“I’ve got scars that can’t be seen”
But I’m thinking about pink moons
And country roads
Are long when it’s dark
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So very beautiful and
So very beautiful and haunting.
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Some lovely lines here, trees
Some lovely lines here, trees know how small we are, certainly puts us in our place.
One to come back to.
Lindy
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You've been to Tamworth in
You've been to Tamworth in Arden
l like the cells mingling in the sap, little echoes of Elegy in a Graveyard, the mobbing daffodils the unfriendly flowered up audience that ND could barely face
I'm growing old and I want to go home
I'm growing old and I don't want to know
you probably know but John Martyn's Solid Air is a tribute to ND
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