The Tinker woman with her dirty kid
knocked on our door to beg
in the name of Blessed Mary
Her man ensconced in a local pub
shit faced drunk and mean
Behind her head the grey clouds fled
across the Irish Sea
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Write something, David
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These few words paint such a vivid picture in my mind, beautiful.
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The day gives scant mercy in return
The day gives scant mercy in return
but turns its edges to us
What can you grant me
for your begging stories
except hedge-thieved blackberries
and an old wind-eddy
once my door is closed?
It is easier to turn away the day
than you
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there are few lines here David. however, you have that knack (as always) for bringing about some of the strongest imagery in so few words.
the idea of this with the woman needing, when that need is a result of life with a man she likely would never confront. such is the life for some I imagine?
great imagery indeed.
Kim
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ha - i can relate here i remebere with growing up with these times - dad at the p[u, off his head i must have learnt a trick or 2 ooff him.
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Yes write something David, write something more.
Joe
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leaves you wanting more :]
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Jarringly realistic. The is perfect in it's simplicity, touching in its underlying message.
Great poetry
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Write more, David
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