25/02/2013

Base Metal

We were base metal turned to gold
Beautiful hearts to have and to hold
I was a promise written on your skin
You were a poem for me to sing

How could we have known
Too high a price we paid
And love would hold us ransom
Till the end of our days
Beautiful hearts to have and to hold
We were base metal turned to gold

Your eyes find me from the newspage
A hundred years to the very day
That they took you from me
Down to the County jail

Down those dusty lanes
Down those dusty lanes

Tried for a poacher
The story's always the same
Twas only food for the table
Turned to three years without bail

Down those dusty lanes
Down those dusty lanes

You died of a fever
To the freedom of your grave
But your love held me ransom
Till the end of my days

We were base metal turned to gold
Beautiful hearts to have and to hold
I was a promise written on your skin
You were a poem for me to sing

How could we have known
Too high a price we paid
And love would hold us ransom
Till the end of our days
Beautiful hearts to have and to hold
We were base metal turned to gold





Seven more miles to go


Time for a new collection of poems and songs and bits and bobs that I'll be collecting along the way. It seemed to start this year with Snake River (see previous blog, a poem about our local river which isn't called snake river but the timing of writing it coincided with the Chinese New Year [year of the snake] and I can't think of a better title right now than a line from it, Seven More Miles To Go. The photo is from one of mine from the garden. I'm guessing that, as always, journeys will be a theme.




07/02/2013

Snake River


Mist rising from the river
Seven more miles to go
Green light city
Caught up in the flow

As dreams fly, cormorant shape on the clean sky
Who knew this heart would carry me so far from home

I can't sit and wait for you to notice
How far we've travelled from
All those things we took for granted
All those promises undone
A cold night fading into yet another day
I can't wait for you to notice
We're travelling the wrong way

Mist rising from the river
Seven more miles to go
Green light city
Caught up in the flow

As dreams fly, cormorant shape on the clean sky
Who knew this heart would carry me so far from home