jim hogg


The Gates Of Innocence - Poem by jim hogg

Up round St John Street we walked one night, while moonlight brightly glowed,
My arm around you, yours round me, with two friends long ago.
So deep into love’s old sweet dream in moments now long flown,
And like a leaf upon the breeze my heart was not my own.

Oh the road to winning you was fraught, with quicksands all the way.
I sank and swam, I walked and ran, I wooed you night and day,
To simply hold your hand so soft, or gaze on eyes so blue,
In steep green fields at Clachanmore when I worked next to you.


But no moon nor love could quite foresee that I would wriggle free,
Against my heart, against my will, somewhat regretfully.
The roads we walked were soon to part, to sever us for ill,
To leave the Crescent we once walked, to ghosts that haunt me still.

Now the thoughts that circle round me here, they strengthen with the night.
As if the years have fallen to that young love’s breathless might,
Your eyes beguiled the doubting stars and left me void of sense,
Before the moments we fell through, the gates of innocence.


Now the moonlight shines less brightly on the lonely fields we cleared,
And St John Street is not as sweet as when I held you dear.
The friends we walked with on that night still walk together yet.
The full moon’s promise holds as true, as when we two last met.


chorus
The winds blow cold on those steep green fields
And strangers walk down St John Street
I’ve walked the crescent where love grew
Where innocence once sheltered me and you



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Poet's Notes about The Poem

Strictly speaking the moon wasn't full that night. It was two days past its peak but it glowed huge and bright over St John Street, Stranraer. Fee was peeing in a doorway and saying 'no metter how often ye shak yer peg, there's aye a drap rins doon yer leg'.. how true..! **** and I had our arms round each other and I was gazing at the moon as we waited. It was early July 1971, close on midnight, and almost as bright as day. I'd pursued her for years but she'd always kept me guessing - though we'd spent plenty of the sweetest time together - then suddenly, the lights were at green.... and I stalled - circumstances stopped me from making the next date...causing me to take a major huff.. I played the martyr to punish the world, and though we talked often, wrote a few times, and met once more 'on Hamilton Road', we never dated again.

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, December 7, 2011

Poem Edited: Wednesday, October 30, 2013


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