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Simon Lavers Poem
Banyoles
With borrowed funds
And broken hearts
We hitched a ride with the country’s realm,
Running, stupefied with pungent balm.
Through London swarms and Navy shops
We lavished on ponchos
And swagger.
We met an astronaut that day,
On a bus to Barcelona.
We set up camp in a heavenly place,
And bathed in golden waters.
We revelled in gallons of cheap red wine
Told tales of woe to jesters.
Firecrackers were in the air
And bursting at our feet.
Packs of running chaos, too.
What were we supposed to do?
As the tents came down we took our leave
And sped to Perpignan.
Poor, we scuttled for food and ate from cans
And busked a ty ditty.
‘Je dorm’, he said
from stolen bed,
overnight, non-stop to gay Paris.
The spaceman had given us advice
And today we would pursue it.
Some they scorned and looked away
Some bet us we’d not do it.
A bottle of rum secured it though,
Us Champagne Stowaways!
And at the bar we heroes revelled,
Auras bright above.
The night was full of sculptured fear,
Of fluid dreams, of love.
But at the edge appeared and shone,
A hundred songs of long.
We scampered fast across the city
And took the mad man’s lift.
At Bristol ships we parted,
With money for a beer.
We’d courted with the devil,
With vagabonds and cheats
We’d grown in awe and stature
And landed at his feet.
Copyright © Simon Lavers | Year Posted 2018
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In sunny days of joy we climbed aboard,
Wide eyed, Wellingtons and Duffels.
Sat on salty varnished benches,
handed weighted feathers and orange string.
Kraken was the one to know,
Six fish on a line would show you so.
We honed our skills in Girl Pats arms,
Whilst humble feasts defined us.
Okanagan knew the score!
With turbo knives and plunging boom,
we danced with butterflies and doom.
In summers ever after.
Under Krakens watchful eye
We kissed and tryst and laughed and lost,
Daring feats with exploration,
the ties we bound would save us.
Kraken whisked us in a party
Juggling fiery wit, and poison.
I pranced and posed and shivered fools,
Okanagan then was dead.
Days defined by those that tread upon them,
this day was one of those.
Mourning, heavy, thick and slow.
Crowds, a blurring backdrop.
Of course Kraken came to sooth us,
we floated in her arms.
With petals and dust, my heroes troubled soul alighted,
Returning to the sea.
A smile, a knowing nudge and nod, it brightened.
There’s much more than this, you’ll see.
Copyright © Simon Lavers | Year Posted 2018
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