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Of Silver, Silence and Weepin' Women

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I saw her at the silversmiths
she shone alongside the bejewelled counter tops
(for the love of Guinevere)

I envied her smile
even through sadistic teeth
she could hold my conversations
on the tip of her tongue

She wasn't even mine
but the desire to empty my soul
&
lay it bare
before her

set my caution to the winds
flying in and out
of the old stalls towards her
eyes wide and sorrowful

Smithfield Market
captured me that day
the man making neo-classical
bracelets and chains to bind
nodded towards me

I gathered my portion
strolled up
stood beside her

He said her name in a slow husk
but I already knew
"Guinevere"

Oh, how she ached across my lips
many tears I'd smeared
salted-
down, bemused
tracks; lines of followers
stared at her beguiling beauty

She didn't speak
that day
(no words were needed)

The black taut shadows
in her starlit silvered eyes
said more than a thousand
tears ever would


silent





Author notes

More musings with Guinevere, shadowtiger's wonderful muse

Smithfield Market is now a beautiful place, filled with antiques and all manner of craft making.
Again, another part of Manchester, my City..

The photograph is of the old market, how it used to be  


Written August 22nd, 2005

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  • NurseChilly gold member
    September 3, 2005
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    yes hun... but for me....
    and thankyou my friend


  • onerios13
    September 3, 2005
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    I envied her smile
    even through sadistic teeth
    she could hold my conversations
    on the tip of her tongue

    Beautiful. I love these kinds of musings...where a place, a scent and a soul is captured so brilliantly that no other explanation is needed...and the richness is both universal and sacred. Lovely work from a lovely lady...and yes, one of the best damn titles I've seen yet!

    Tea?

  • Eusebius
    August 30, 2005
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    Bravo!

    Strange, but evocative peoem. Very fine.

  • NurseChilly gold member
    August 27, 2005
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    awww
    thankyou hun
    so glad you liked it
    ~GILL~xx


  • transcendental baby gold member
    August 26, 2005
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    Dammmmmn!!!

    Oh man Chilly, this is something else!!!! You made the whole world turn silver there for a moment & the aching across lips of her name ... God!!!! That's beautiful


  • Jamais Oublier
    August 26, 2005
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    that's amazing. and the picture is just marvelous. great job, i really enjoyed reading this. thanks for sharing your woork with everyone.
    ~dust~

  • NurseChilly gold member
    August 25, 2005
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    ahh thankie..
    gald you liked it

  • LastingEmber
    August 25, 2005
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    your words are dreamy. beatufiul like breath and wind. i like poems written like this so i'll have to read more of you.


  • Blushfulmoon silver member
    August 24, 2005
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    excellent~

    I am really liking these Manchester Musings
    I loved the whole poem but the last stanza really got me
    Just a wonderful write sis and I got up a new one too a one hr contest by Wolfbane drop by if you can
    Lots of love n hugs
    Susan~~~


  • Golden Afternoon
    August 23, 2005
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    no problem, always glad.

  • NurseChilly gold member
    August 23, 2005
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    Many, many thanks
    really appreciate your kindness

  • Golden Afternoon
    August 23, 2005
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    also... best. title. ever.


  • Golden Afternoon
    August 23, 2005
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    beautiful, loved the ideas it ignited in my brain, made me want to read on.
    good stuff, good stuff.


  • ca ne fait rien
    August 22, 2005
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    Guin slipping through the antique stalls- what does she tell you as you dodge and chase after her? That even in her silence there are the rhythms of the poet.


  • queenie
    August 22, 2005
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    you are winning my heart with the guin musings and with your city,manchester.they go together so well.this one is the best by far,not that allof them haven't been good.i like the old smithfield market,but i guess the new one is spectacular.i an eternally impressed with your verbage and the structure of your writes.they always seem to entertain as well as teach.

  • NurseChilly gold member
    August 22, 2005
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    many thanks.. I'm glad I impressed you.. i am ing now.. thanks

  • NurseChilly gold member
    August 22, 2005
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    thankyou
    yeah, that's the feel I was hoping to get here..


  • klassy lassy
    August 22, 2005
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    I'm intrigued by the images you leave in my mind after reading this one. I think you are reading someone's face or perhaps looking at a rendition of those things womanly that haunt unexpectedly--as a piece of art that stirs inner reflection. It's the unity between the two of you... and perhaps it is 'two of you'. This aches. The last verse blew me away. No words left to say. Your writing style is impeccable.


  • LadyUnique silver member
    August 22, 2005
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    i like the feel of this poem. it's timeless to me. it could be years ago or now. your choice of words add mystery, romance and sadness all tied together. awesome picture too


  • Blazing White Wolf
    August 22, 2005
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    this is a nicely written piece that flows well and has good imagary with it very nice
    love and light
    blaze

  • NurseChilly gold member
    August 22, 2005
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    many thanks .. glad you stopped on by


  • NurseChilly gold member
    August 22, 2005
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    Thanks Charles.. glad you liked it and again, thankyou
    yes, I've put them all in a collection called Manchester Musings if you're interested..

  • zee1
    August 22, 2005
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    This painted a fascinating picture, both of the background and the characters, and I agree it has a sense of mystery - good one.


  • August 22, 2005
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    this is absolutely engrossing dear. i remeber seeing the other poem and was intrigued by its title but didnt read it, i guess because i thought it was perhaps a renaisance thing. but am going to go find it now. is this a series you are working on? if it is im looking forward to the next one. this really draws a person in. there is a romantic mystery about it. if it is a series i hope to see you complile these into one document. very nicely done. this is classically novelish and romantic. the atmosphere you have created, i really feel like im there. great great work. this is so very publishable.

  • NurseChilly gold member
    August 22, 2005
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  • Fearless Leader
    August 22, 2005
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    Hey! Manchester? time for me to do some touring around!

  • NurseChilly gold member
    August 22, 2005
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    Many thanks Mel.. glad you stopped by hun
    as always a lovely comment too

  • Melissa Gayle gold member
    August 22, 2005
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    I absolutely adore this, you write from the heart and everything comes out with such a feel. This was wonderfully done!


  • NurseChilly gold member
    August 22, 2005
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    heheh
    thankie ma'am... glad you stopped by
    You'd adore this place then... ...


  • SimpleSarcasm
    August 22, 2005
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    Antiques did someone say antiques! Something that I absolutely adore! Something that I can no longer partake with all the walking and driving to get there! Oh, the pain, the pain! I love this poem, you've brought back fond memories even though my memories are on a distant shore.
    Thanks so much for sharing.

    ~Dee

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