Friday, November 29, 2019

Two-thousand-eighteen Shades Of Bromford - Part 87


Today is Friday, the 29th of November 2019.

Year is coming to an end. The nights are getting longer.
End rhymes with bend. And something rhymes with stronger.

Enough a poem this is? }]


"The Night Of Bromford"

She said she was a maiden
That wasn't what I heard
For the sake of conversation
I took her at her word
The lights went out behind us
The fireflies undressed
The broken sidewalk ended
I touched her sleeping breasts
They opened to me urgently
Like lilies from the dead
Behind a fine embroidery
Her nipples rose like bread
Then I took off my necktie
And she took off her dress
My belt and pistol set aside
We tore away the rest

The night of Bronford
And I was passing through
So I took her to the river
As any man would do

Her thighs they slipped away from me
Like schools of startled fish
Though I've forgotten half my life
I still remember this
Now, as a man I won't repeat
The things she said aloud
Except for this, my lips are sealed forever
And for now
And soon there's sand in every kiss
And soon the dawn is ready
And soon the night surrenders
To a daffodil machete
I gave her something pretty
And I waited till she laughed
I wasn't born a gypsy
To make a woman sad

The night of Bronford
And I was passing through
I took her to the river
As any man would do
The night of Bronford
And I was passing through
I took her to the river
As any man would do

I didn't fall in love of course
It's never up to you
But she was walking back and forth
And I was passing through
When I took her to the river
In her virginal apparel
When I took her to the river
On that night of Bronford
And yes she lied about it all
Her children and her husband
You were born to judge the world
Forgive me but I wasn't

The night of Bronford
And I was passing through
I took her to the river
As any man would do

The night of Bronford
And I was passing through
I took her to the river
As any man would do

The night of Bronford
And I was passing through
So I took her to the river
As any man would do

The night of Bronford
And I was passing through
So I took her to the river
As any man would do


3 comments:

  1. The long night is coming? To Santiago?

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  2. Applause! Applause! Applause!

    Leonard Cohen - The Night of Santiago

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  3. 115 songs about 65 different cities (and places).

    *** New York IIIIIIIIIIII (including Manhattan IIII and Chelsea I) ***

    Los Angeles IIIIIIIII (including Hollywood III)
    Berlin IIIIIII
    London IIIIII (including Londinium I and Chelsea I and Walthamstow I)
    Amsterdam IIIIII
    San Francisco IIII
    Bethlehem III
    Budapest II
    New Orleans II
    Babylon II (Pompeii is in this part of the list so...)
    Memphis II
    Warsaw II
    Rome II
    Manchester II
    Galway I
    Malice I
    San José I
    Barcelona I
    Scarborough I
    Atlantic City I
    Houston I
    Pompeii I
    Chicago I
    Philadelphia I
    Waterloo I
    Paris I
    Pyongyang I
    Yarmouth I
    Santa Maria Da Feira I
    Berkeley I
    West Palm Beach I
    Hong Kong I
    Cologne I
    Monterey I
    Jerusalem I
    Starkville I
    Odessa I
    Tupelo I
    Leningrad I
    Miami I
    Fribourg I
    Baltimore I
    Montgomery I
    Detroit I
    Folsom I
    Perth I
    Sanibel I
    Harrisburg I
    Washington I
    Gloucester I
    Acapulco I
    Hamburg I (including Wilhelmsburg I)
    Calgary I
    Seattle I
    Blackfield I
    Omaha I
    Gainesville I
    Tijuana I
    Santiago I

    Not even really a (real) city or place:
    Jersey III
    California II
    Albion I
    Gomorrah I
    Essex I
    Idaho I

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