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||Edwin Drood's Column
||30 July 2013
|Some more Summer reading: another poem by Hugh Featherstone.|
|Bread on water a sailor's song
Alphabet window of my ship
I paged you with a fingertip
three words I drew
the ones you sought
the ones you knew
You stood alone, waiting to wave
looking small and being brave
the light was wrong
the time was short
the night was gone
Always patient under stress
frustration held in firm duress
a world so hard
a northern port
a losing card
You'd played your one and only ace
its red heart bled in empty space
as we weighed anchor
you weighed nought
and seagulls sank your ...
Simple bread on water dream
that I'd run back to you, redeem
your diamond eyes
relieve the fort
retrieve the prize
I knew I loved you truly then
believe me, that I'll come again
though storms blow high
don't be distraught
for bye and bye
I'll be there, I'll let you unpack
rare treasures from my navy sack
and in the dawn
after we've fought
Will burn to ashes on the sand
we'll walk to Charlie's hand in hand
me wearing the jeans
and shirt you've bought
and count our beans
then order buns (the Chelsea sort)
and drink our coffee
From Bird under water, a selection of poems by Hugh Featherstone
© Hugh Featherstone
Another poem from this selection will appear next time the Drood's away.
The Bird under water homepage includes a foreword by Hugh Featherstone
and a linked list of the poems as they appear.
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