PAUL COLVIN Poems

A Saturday meant Whiteinch baths, I want those days, so many laughs.
Scared of water, full of fear, the reason Mamie brought me here.
I was five and she eleven, the swimming pool, to her was heaven.
Her confidence was really high and from the highest board she’d dive.
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The lonely bird flies northward as though she doesn’t care
Her outspread wings move lazily as she rides September’s air,
The dullest sky this autumn morn as the wind begins to rise
She plays her song through old oak leaves against the greyest skies.
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(Jack Vettriano’s Painting) .

Umbrellas frolic in the wind as though waiting for the rain
Their shadows flail the golden sands, now dulled where light had lain
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She danced in pink pyjamas, she does things on a whim
And used the hotel’s lobby as though it was her gym,
She Christened me papino, in Italian, “little dad”
Now I’m certain Fiorella, is certifiably mad.
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Vesuvio. 10th February 2013.

No waters run, you cry no tears
And even still we live with fears
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Plum's In Victoria Park. 22nd February 2013.

On their way back from the pub
They decide they'll found a boating club
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You hear him first, the cursing, swearing
And you want to laugh at what he’s wearing
But the voice that bellows takes pride of place
As glaring eyes stare in your face.
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Immortalised in silver, gold
Songs are sung and stories told
In sculpted stone, a work of art
You’re carved in every Scotsman’s heart.
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