jim hogg


Kincardine Bridge - Poem by jim hogg

I should have known the time would come
Sometimes emotions make no sense
I knew too well you were the one
Our love was always so intense

I tried to run, you tracked me down
And cornered me with all my dreams
I tried to hide but you'd bring round
A love that conjured all my fears


In Armadale and Whitburn town
We drank beneath the bloodstained roof
I played with all my cards face down
Your brother checked my eyes for proof

All through September we made love
Like making war against all doubt
But doubt was never real for us
It's just that I saw no way out


Looking hard into the night
I wonder what you loved in me
You left so much of you behind
And I'm still trying to get free
Afraid to turn in case the light
Falls full upon a kid in flight
Running from one last surprise
Into the distance in his eyes


The heatwave passed and I passed out
I kissed goodbye to Whitburn dreams
There was a hunger in my mouth
Your eyes had never looked so green

And I was free with one 'but yet'
But still I didn't turn around
‘til later, on the Ardwell straight
Your Vauxhall Victor homeward bound


My folks were won without reserve
But I still had that freedom itch
Your love was more than I deserved
When we last crossed Kincardine Bridge

October flew; we cried our last
The morning after Burnside Inn
In Castle Douglas public park
Forever in the autumn wind


Looking hard into the night
I wonder what you loved in me
You left so much of you behind
And I'm still trying to break free
Afraid to turn in case the light
Falls full upon a kid in flight
Running from one last surprise
Into the distance in his eyes


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Poet's Notes about The Poem

It started in the spring and lasted into the autumn: the scorching heatwave of '76. We were at a certain training establishment close to the Forth and our courses overlapped for 6 weeks during the hottest phase of that summer. I noticed her when she fell over during a game of badminton and accused the floor of being 'stiff'. I laughed out loud, and it began when she spoke to me after the game to explain just what she meant. She gave so much of herself, so completely, that I was overwhelmed and the claustrophobe in me got the upper hand. Only when I was free - after a fashion - did I realise. She got us tickets for the Jackson Browne, Pretender tour concert, at the Apollo in Glasgow on Dec 6 and I treated her very badly that night. We didn't meet again until 22 years later. I was alone on the up escalator in a shopping mall and she was alone on the down. Our eyes met in recognition for a few seconds but neither of us spoke.

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, December 7, 2011

Poem Edited: Wednesday, October 30, 2013


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