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Poem: "Vujà dé"
Vujà dé
I led you down to a
Small pub that I know
By the sea,
But when we got there
It felt like my first stare, for
I was staring, with new gazes, all around
And though I am certain that here I have trodden
My feet felt these grounds like the touch of a virgin,
New routes were watered, and thus newly sodden
With new thoughts conceived within this new emerging,
I have absolutely no memory of this place!
Although I know that I have been here before.
© Jules Willocks
I led you down to a
Small pub that I know
By the sea,
But when we got there
It felt like my first stare, for
I was staring, with new gazes, all around
And though I am certain that here I have trodden
My feet felt these grounds like the touch of a virgin,
New routes were watered, and thus newly sodden
With new thoughts conceived within this new emerging,
I have absolutely no memory of this place!
Although I know that I have been here before.
© Jules Willocks
Poem: "One week and Eight days"
One week and Eight days
She taught me new sounds and new sighs
Heavy, with the alien of fear,
But she slew -
The God of anticipation
And his wife,
The Goddess, Taboo
For fifteen days we were,
On that bridge that was a pier -
Nervous, at the coming of the moon,
And we stood, if only for no reason,
But that reason
To keep serpents
From
Our
Room
She gave me brave signs, engraved skin
Catered, for new mazes of my mind,
And she shamed -
The angels of romance
And their kin,
The disciples of pain
Those fifteen nights we slept,
On grass that wasn’t fields -
Anxious for a stalling of the sun,
Although we were
There for but a season,
Well that season
And our two hearts
Were
As
One
© Jules Willocks
She taught me new sounds and new sighs
Heavy, with the alien of fear,
But she slew -
The God of anticipation
And his wife,
The Goddess, Taboo
For fifteen days we were,
On that bridge that was a pier -
Nervous, at the coming of the moon,
And we stood, if only for no reason,
But that reason
To keep serpents
From
Our
Room
She gave me brave signs, engraved skin
Catered, for new mazes of my mind,
And she shamed -
The angels of romance
And their kin,
The disciples of pain
Those fifteen nights we slept,
On grass that wasn’t fields -
Anxious for a stalling of the sun,
Although we were
There for but a season,
Well that season
And our two hearts
Were
As
One
© Jules Willocks
Saturday, 1 October 2011
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