Suburbia Somewhere. (with apologies to Coleridge and Poe)
In suburbia did Kilmar-Din a stately pleasure ground decree:
Where Allander, the scared river, ran
Between homes small, between homes vast
Each laced with wood... and bird... and tree
So to this enchanted kingdom... myself and muse did run
or rather bikes did push
to enter this land of make believe
In that kingdom beyond the sea
For she was a child and I was a child (again)
whenever she came to play with me
and our love was pure...and deep... and true
Until she asked-"can I have another slice of your brie............. please?"
For picnic it was... beside daisy lawn... an earthbound constellation.
And she devoured my second tart... then bun... then cream with butter scone...
treasured items I would only give up... for such as she.
Wherever she stood... wherever she sat....
each hill we climbed... each new heartbeat that passed...
She munched and crunched
yet never got fat...
In that kingdom beyond the sea
and our love was love- that was far more than love
A platonic acquaintance, that treasured rare find- so unusual between a she and a me.
an occasional friend, a like minded companion, a gift from the gods maybe?
....until she scoffed all my brie!
and left me
far less
than I would have wished
for tea
in that still hungry kingdom beyond the sea :o)
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Another Princess of Suburbia with a well matched stunning video.One of my all time favourites on You Tube for visual splendour and a nice match between two creative talents here. Captures the very essence of summer in the UK.
Well spotted Rosemary. It was a cycle ride from Belinda's house in Glasgow through Bearsden and Milngavie to the edge of the Campsie Fells, uphill most of the way, hence the extra food consumption from my companion who found it hard going and needed additional treats at every rest stop to keep her motivated.... or so she claimed :o) Over 1000 feet of uphill cycling by the end of it but great freewheels back down. Incidentally, similar to your last post I discovered that whole area was once heavily landscaped grand estates so the small lochans and scenery there are not necessarily the natural terrain most folk, including myself, think of as being great untamed rural habitat around that patch of suburbia but a man made creation instead. No doubt why I immediately thought of Kubla Khan and Xanadu for the post as it suddenly made sense why it's such a beautiful location.
Such a lovely post, I enjoyed all your beautiful photos and captions. Thank you so much for sharing, such beauty and wonder!
ReplyDeleteYou are quite the Scottish Bard Bob along with some lovely images - did I spot Tannoch Lock? Just near to where I used to live.
ReplyDeleteHi Linda,
ReplyDeleteThank you.
Cheers Linda W.
ReplyDeleteWell spotted Rosemary.
ReplyDeleteIt was a cycle ride from Belinda's house in Glasgow through Bearsden and Milngavie
to the edge of the Campsie Fells, uphill most of the way, hence the extra food consumption from my companion who found it hard going and needed additional treats at every rest stop to keep her motivated.... or so she claimed :o) Over 1000 feet of uphill cycling by the end of it but great freewheels back down. Incidentally, similar to your last post I discovered that whole area was once heavily landscaped grand estates so the small lochans and scenery there are not necessarily the natural terrain most folk, including myself, think of as being great untamed rural habitat around that patch of suburbia but a man made creation instead. No doubt why I immediately thought of Kubla Khan and Xanadu for the post as it suddenly made sense why it's such a beautiful location.
Great post Bob, different take on the writing to support the images
ReplyDeleteI used to write poetry when I was young.
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