Hello
Here is an old poem by my bearded friend Paul Holland which I re-read recently. Hope you enjoy it (again!).
Riding the Madrid Metro
1.
I didn’t see the band get on.
The mum and dad
Both wearing Disney shirts and their kids tied to games machines,
The old woman I stood for, after trying to read the metro poetry,
Yes; I saw them.
But I didn’t see the band get on
I heard and stood across from the giggling girls talking in Portugese
I saw them..
But then the band put to play.
2.
The band of Indians
Peruvian?-They’d skipped the ponchos…
I hadn’t been prepared for the band getting on.
Hadn’t seen them put to play.
I had been thinking of you of course
Of our newly found love.
Of how to change this
Make that work what I should do
The details and such.
They put to sing in that dark hole of the heights.
3.
And the band got on and I knew of the depths
That she and I had fallen
Of the coffin nails driven deep into what was a marriage
Of my broken nails in my attempts to free us both.
Of her despair.
And they sang in that hole of the heights
Of joy and hardship
They knew of the yearning of the exiled
Of the long distance of a view.
4.
And I thought of you my new love.
And I remembered
That the winds will blow And thought I don’t mind
For it is of you, not the details or such, that they sang.
As now I’ll be ready for the winds to rage
And for the screaming distance of a view.
I saw that the Portugese girls were laughing.
As before me they’d noticed I’d put to cry
Sweet salt water tears.
I could no longer hide when the band got on.
I enjoyed that very much – thank you for sharing it!
Most welcome!
No worries
Quite something.
Yeah I know – too good for GFB, but an honour to have it here.
I hope you ebook a collection of these. They are fantastic!
Great idea Susie!
Lovely. I was put to tears as well. Do you think that Paul’s poems touch us the way they do because he is such a mystery to us?
I thinks so Michelle – this poem is one of the best thing I have ever read
Susie’s right.
(and they always remember the ponchos here….for butter or wurts)
Cheers Phil
Lovely. Bittersweet.x
Cheers
That was pretty cool.
Cheers