David Lewis Paget Poems

The flats were old and the rooms were cold
But I didn’t have much choice,
I hadn’t the money for anything else
Since the spat I had with Joyce,
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The Albert Mall was a narrow street
Named after the dying prince,
Where Queen Victoria donned the rags
Of a widow, ever since.
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I'd always thought that books were the same,
There wasn't a lot to choose,
They each seep slowly into your brain
With knowledge you can't refuse,
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I knew she was Scandinavian
With those plaits in her flaxen hair,
And her eyes were such a brilliant blue
They were quite beyond compare,
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I’d seen the widow walk back and forth
The length of the village street,
Her veil so black and her dress so long
You’d see neither face nor feet,
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The phone had only been on a day
When the cranky calls began,
‘Nobody knows we’re on, ’ I said,
When at first the damn thing rang.
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We hadn’t been in the house for long,
We’d moved in overnight,
I hadn’t explored the neighborhood,
As a kid, that wasn’t right,
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The barge slid on through the rushes,
Where once was a major road,
And pushed its way through the bushes
Where the ocean had overflowed,
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The carts rolled out of the warehouses
And trawled each single street,
Each drawn by a giant Clydesdale with
Those massive hooves and feet,
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She left without any warning,
Not even saying goodbye,
I turned around and she’d gone to ground
And I always wondered why.
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