Caught on the Lock

FinsburyParkCarrotsFinsburyParkCarrots Seattle, WA Posts: 12,223
edited April 2008 in Poetry, Prose, Music & Art
New song lyric of mine:



In many ways, I should have grown from your fall,
as an empire's dust feeds a seed,
but I walk your old river, and still hear your call
in the gush of a sluice's speed.

My immigrant fathers have given me hands
that remember their toil at the touch,
while your fathers were men summoned out to strange lands
to rule with the cross or the birch.


Funny, how I should meet you here, eye-to-eye.
Ghosts make the twine of a grey-woven Cambridge sky.



In countless towns, I'd be the green to your red:
the field turns from colonial sun.
But this ground's been made pale, in the blue overhead,
by your whisper that nothing's been won.
Our riddle of difference can be answered now
in the city that bound us as one,
as two reeds that rolled down on the cold river flow,
got caught on the lock, and were gone.



Funny, how we should meet here, eye-to-eye.
Ghosts make the twine of a grey-woven Cambridge sky.
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Comments

  • chadwickchadwick up my ass Posts: 21,157
    I am anxious to hear you play this song of yours.
    Well done Master Finsbury P.C.
    for poetry through the ceiling. ISBN: 1 4241 8840 7

    "Hear me, my chiefs!
    I am tired; my heart is
    sick and sad. From where
    the sun stands I will fight
    no more forever."

    Chief Joseph - Nez Perce
  • sachincsachinc Posts: 117
    keep up the good work

    UK PJ Fans forever!
  • justamjustam Posts: 21,410
    This reminds me that you never did tell me any of the ghost stories you promised! :)
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