in garden. clipped. wrapped. silent

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The castle on the hill
Stands like a fortress now
High sloping roof
Still
Ready
For the snow
The howling winds
The silence~

Surrounded by hard paths
All swept
Clean of summer
Now nothing moves
Step altered

Grass paths
Worn anew leaf specked
Lead silent
Towards the empty space
Where a new sown meadow waits uncut
Full of clover clumps
Buttercup and daisy roots
Where seed of poppy on new earth
Traces the shape
Of the old shed

Stripped
Dismantled
Packed
Now gone

Green box
Clipped like soldiers
Stand motionless in wind
Sentries snipped
In control~

While rain lashes
The silly sprawling fig
Still shooting buds
In the hope of finding Spring again

The beech hedge
By the door
Reduced recently
By a noisy chain
Stands silent too~
Leaves tight in hold
Still there
Guarding
The view

~Turn~

See the starry hedge
By the creaking fence
Unclipped
Dishevelled
Still breathing
Wind whipped
Holding onto
Summer’s song
While leaves astir
In gentle hold
Hide a secret~
In her leafy hollow
Underneath her gentle boughs~
Where they can see
The mists the moon
Play hide and seek ~
Her secret womb
The nesting place
Abandoned now
By flying things
And summer’s stars ~

It’s where you’ll hear her
When she weeps
In autumn rain
~Still spangling from last summer’s sun
Waiting
Still waiting
Still

Gill McGrath© ~ November 9~ written October 5

Ornate

nothing like mist

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Strange is the mist

That has no face

That is

That was

That cannot be

Forever

That settles its breath

For miles

And cannot see

Where it was

Is going to be

Clinging to the mask

That will

Must

Break

Then rest in peace

Some other place

~ Gill McGrath © July 16    [photo taken 4.23 am July 6]

My little ode to the early morning mists which roll around  over the river at the bottom of the hill carrying on upwards ~ defining the  layers and dips beyond the ridge in turn revealing and masking the horizon~ only  to disappear  into  the  warmth of  the  rising sun.

Hey Robin…

Where have you been? (long time no see)
Over the hills and I’m back he said (looking through the window)
And it seems to me
Everything’s still in place….
The lines
The trees on the horizon
Gone
Swept up in the rain
Like mist
And birds
Like me
Still sit….
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OK! Say Cheese again!
Gill McGrath © July 13 rain

Damien Rice…..

Damian Rice ~ poet & musician sings ‘The Greatest Bastard’

but is he? other apologies

I made you laugh, I made you cry
I made you open up your eyes
Didn’t I?

I helped you open out your wings,
your legs, and many other things
Didn’t I?

Am I the greatest bastard that you know?
The only one who let you go?
The one you hurt so much you cannot bear?

Well we were good, when we were good
When we were not misunderstood

You helped me love, you helped me live
You helped me learn how to forgive
Didn’t you?

I wish that I could say the same
But when you left, you left the blame
Didn’t you?

Am I the greatest bastard that you met?
The only one you can’t forget?
Am I the one your truth’s been waiting for?

Or am I just dreaming once again?
Some dreams are better when they end

Some make it, mistake it
Some force and some will fake it
I never meant to let you down
Some fret it, forget it
Some ruin and some regret it
I never meant to let you down

We learn to wag and tuck our tails
We learn to win and then to fail
Didn’t we?

We learn that lovers love to sing
And that losers love to cling
Didn’t we?

Am I the greatest bastard that you know?
When will we learn to let this go?
We fought so much, we’ve broken all the charm

But letting go is not the same
As pushing someone else away

So please don’t let on
You don’t know me
Please don’t let on
I’m not here
Please don’t let on
You don’t love me
‘Cause I know you do
I know

That some make it, mistake it
Some force and some will fake it
I never meant to let you down
Some fret it, forget it
Some ruin and some regret it
I never meant to let you down
I never meant to let you
I never meant to let you down
I never meant

Compare Damien to the song ‘Always on my Mind’ [Press link] sung by Willie Nelson, Elvis Presley and Brenda Lee!

More Damien Rice

one piano and a mocking bird

performed by Regina Spektor on her piano

( more of Regina Spektor  to be found on link at bottom of  this page  in an article ‘one piano one voice’)

Here is her beautiful voice and unique version
of the old lullaby mocking bird
talking medical plans
pregnancy tests and
…Marilyn Monroe
to help baby
sleep

the words…..

Hush, little baby, don’t say a word
Papa’s gonna buy you a mockingbird
And if that mockingbird don’t mock real well, then
Papa’s gonna buy you a freedom bell
Oh, and if that freedom bell don’t ring
Papa’s gonna buy you a cubic zirconia ring
Oh, and if that cubic zirconia ring don’t shine
You’re gonna give your papa a real hard time
Now ain’t you?
Ain’t you, baby, ain’t you?

And if that real hard time don’t pass
Papa’s gonna get wrinkles all upon his face
And then he’ll blend in with all the other papas then
Screw the whole mockingbird situation,
We can’t even afford a medical plan
Now, can we?
Oh baby, now can we?

This song won’t do, let’s start this over…
Let’s start this over

Hush, little baby, here comes the sandman
Papa’s gonna buy you a medical plan
Oh, and if that medical plan don’t cover your ass
Papa’s gonna buy you a pregnancy test
Oh, and if that pregnancy test comes out positive
Well then, girl, I don’t know how the hell we’re gonna live
Maybe on your bright ideas
Maybe on cigarette butts
Maybe on bubblegum wrappers
Maybe on penalty shots

Hush, little baby, don’t you cry
You know to you, your papa would never ever lie
Oh, hush while I sing to you this crude little lullaby
And I’ll get you all that shit one day by and by
But in the meanwhile
Well in the mean, mean… meanwhile

Hush, little baby, don’t say a word
Papa’s gonna buy you a mockingbird
Oh, and if that mockingbird don’t sing
Papa’s gonna buy you a diamond ring
A real diamond, no cubic nothing
Like in the movies with that…
What’s her name… Monroe… Marilyn…
A real diamond, a real diamond…
Hush, hush…

Hush…

Songwriter
Regina Spektor

Published by
Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Universal Music Publishing Group

Link:

ONE PIANO more to be found on Regina Spektor

simplicity. country song ~ Jake Bugg

“Country Song”

Gonna sing you an old country song, from the heart
So I can cry your name and call you when I’m sad
When you have gone, run so far from me in the trees so far

Walkin’ down that old country lane, drops of rain
Call upon the ones who call your name
Will I see you again and please just come on back home to me
So I’m not all alone

Gonna sing you an old country song, from the heart
From the strings of this old rusty guitar

by Jake Bugg