Poem -

Flying  on the Back of a Guilt Trip

no stockings were torn during the making of this scribble

                                                        It was more than just the scent of her
                                                                           he found lost
                                                        in a conch shell, somewhere hidden
                                                                           on the coast
                                                       and which then, got to him the most ..
                                                                   It was something else
                                                        entirely, that drove him back there ..
                                                                   To that special place
                                                        where they once played, and made
                                                                    love and where she
                                                     waved, and laughed and blew him so
                                                                     very many kisses
                                                     on the occasion, of their last meeting ..
                                                                     He could not cope
                                                     with all the bruising and the red stuff
                                                             or those torn blue stockings
                                                   she once used to wear, yet he did know
                                                                   she was an accident
                                                      just waiting to happen somewhere ..
                                                                  But he never thought
                                                  not for a single moment, that she might
                                                                   take him at his word ..
                                                 Quite literally that is, or that she would
                                                                   take a leap of faith
                                                   when he told her, she reminded him
                                                                  of a pretty little bird
                                                 and that they should fly away together ..
                                                               Yes, it was something
                                                 else that lured him back there, to those
                                                          ragged cliff tops which still
                                              overlook that same beach, where both his
                                                          conscience and much guilt
                                               were waiting patiently, to take him flying
                                                           and to prove him wrong ..

 

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Gwendoline

Gosh Nev talk about goosebumps. Gave me real chills near the end of this one. I sensed her vulnerability and the weight he was then left with. Penned in your signature style :) xx 

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Neville

Thanks a million our Gwen .. I feel spoilt rotten today my lovely xx

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