It's late
but I see them now -
Dylan -
corduroy trousers
turtle-neck
brogues
breathing beer fumes
like a dragon
smoking
Players' cigarettes
Caitlin -
barefoot
and carolling
wild Irish songs
polka dress
dancing
in the seashore breeze
yes, I see them -
swaying
now along the boathouse path
under
the leeward leaning woods
along
the moonlit water
'home
this night
with happy hearts'
Who says nostalgia's not what it used to be? Before we all became diet/health conscious to the nth degree, there was joy in the hearts of many.(The fashions were harder to forgive.) Loved this. Danny
Reminded me of my late father coming home late from the pub, to see my wife in the window from miles off and all the way to the door..him muttering 'Oh we're in for it now.' Bloody Great Days. Thank you for sharing. Craig.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Your name caught my eye, the same name as my father, filming has just finished here in West Wales for Dylans tale about when he lived here, your poem is lovely, a time gone, a better time I think, best wishes Lynda