David Lewis Paget
David Lewis Paget Poems
|1202.||Beddgelert - (Pron. Beth-Gelert)||2/8/2012|
|1203.||The Upside Of Down||10/8/2013|
|1205.||A Blank Page||3/20/2015|
|1207.||Death Of An Airman||9/30/2005|
|1209.||The Blueshell Bar||3/31/2006|
|1213.||A Penny For The Guy||12/6/2009|
|1214.||For A Social Worker||9/14/2008|
|1216.||The Call Of The Sea||1/8/2015|
|1217.||Blue Mountain Coffee||12/18/2005|
|1218.||No Man's Land||1/6/2009|
|1222.||A Lover's Verse||11/19/2008|
|1225.||No-Name The Cat||9/18/2005|
|1226.||Father & Son||9/27/2007|
|1227.||On The Death Of My Father||9/17/2005|
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Her hair was as black as a starling's tail,
Her cheeks as pale as a swan,
Her eyes, like two slim moonstones, glowed
And her mouth was the Holy Grail.
She'd played in the dirt of the village street
So long ago, so long...
She'd swum in the pools of the mountain stream,
But now, that girl had gone.
While I still rise with the early bird
To tend to my father's fields,
As the only son of an only son
I watched the woman leave.
She cried sweet tears as she said farewell
And vowed to come back, and soon,
But the village streets of a western ...
The Water Tower
I sit and stare at this empty page,
The wind howls long at the winter eaves,
The cloud is heavy, and black with rage
As squalls dance in through the myrtle leaves.
While deep inside in the cottage gloom
My love lies weary, cocooned in dreams,
I hear her cry in the darkened room
Call out one name from a nightmare scene.