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Thursday 12 May 2016

THE TOUR GUIDE

Today in medieval manor,
                          do you remember me I wonder?

Do my eyes call
                          from portraits on the wall?

Then when they swap the pictures round
                          does my gaze go to ground,

or do you see me anyway
                          in the memory of that April day?



And does my voice fill your head
                          with every single word I said

echoing around the panelling
                          old carved oak now channeling

these restless thoughts and forbidden dreams
                          that inspire in you impossible schemes?

Oh through those sunlit stained glass windows,
                          feel my impassioned caress in rainbows!



You're leading yet another tour -
                          all new faces, never a bore.

But can so much as a single one
                          ignite your slumbering inner sun?

Oh please let it be the flitting image
                          of my face that incites such rage -

like mine - of ravenous core-heat
                          and maddest wildest heartbeat.



Home alone now my thoughts roam free,
                          nothing but the TV for company.

Somerset countryside on the screen,
                          a part of the county I've never been.

Amid those rolling hills of green
                          flash of retro-vision seen:

this, I recall, is your home shire -
                          and it sets imagination on fire.



When gazing from your highest window
                          to Glastonbury Tor where the west winds blow,

does it bring to mind green eyes
                          and stirrings you're afraid to recognise?

Then attempting to drown forbidden needs,
                          do you turn to your collection of foreign meads

and gulp them down in haste -
                          but my perfume's in the after-taste?



Oh am I just a deluded fool
                          to hope you also felt it all?

When our eyes met
                          over that faded Gazette

and you stealthily breached Pandora's Box
                          with the dusky reclining nude on top

just for me...
                          God, how you set my fantasies free!



Even today it still tortures me,
                          this knowing what can never be.



                          

22 comments:

  1. You always impressed me with yours poems deep and nice, Hugs !!!

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    1. Oh thank you, Gloria...that is so appreciated! :)

      Big Hugs xoxoxo

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  2. Your beautiful writings echo within my heart which is something I'll never forget.

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    1. Oh wow...to know I have touched your heart - even if only in some small way - is wonderful!
      Thank you so much, my friend...:))

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  3. EXCELLENT writing, dearest Ygraine...absolutely captivating!!!
    I have fallen "in love" with many a portrait from the past...but I do not think that they ever returned my feelings :)

    Great Big Hugs and Much Love
    xoxoxo

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    1. Ha...that is the most painful part, isn't it?!
      But at least sometimes our own feelings have the ability to carry us...if only for a short while...:)

      Many thanks, my dearest friend!

      Lots and Lots of Love & Hugs xoxoxo

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    2. To love
      Is to feel
      To feel
      Is to live
      a portrait can follow one with their eyes...
      but not with their hearts~

      Just a thought that I couldn't control :)

      Big Hugs & Much Love
      xoxoxo

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    3. Oh, Dearest Jan...how utterly beautiful...you have reduced me to tears!
      Thank you so much for sharing this...it really has touched my heart...:))

      Lots of Love & Hugs xoxoxo

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  4. And here I am again amazed.. Wonderful writing. Wonderful imagery and story, so real, played out on my internal movie screen..

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    1. Oh thank you so much, Anthony!
      Really happy you enjoyed...:))

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  5. Perfect imagery. Loved this. Thanks.

    Greetings from London.

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    1. Many thanks, CiL...your enjoyment makes it all worthwhile!

      Greetings from Hampshire.:))

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  6. Deep! Powerful! Full of emotions!! Really loved this my friend! Big Hugs!

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    1. Oh thank you, Sweetie...your kind words are so precious to me...:))

      Much Love & Hugs xoxoxo

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  7. arent we all guides in that sense?

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    1. Yes...I guess we are really, aren't we?
      Many thanks for opening my eyes, Deeps...your wise words mean so much.:))

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  8. Oh....loved this one! You have woven a spell with your words again Ygraine, well done!

    Hugs and Happy Week, G

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    1. Thank you, Geraldine...so much!
      I really appreciate that...:)

      Big Hugs xoxoxo

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  9. Link to link; this pen builds the frame; clasped hands.

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    1. Oh yes...to make that link...and clasp hands!
      Perhaps the pen can fill that empty space between...;)

      Many thanks, Doug.:))

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  10. Powerful and magical Ygraine! I love the image of Glastonbury Tor as well! So many emotions and energy sparking here in your words! It felt like lyrics ..I can feel the motion in your words, like music! Beautiful!!
    Wishing you a magical day my amazing friend!
    Victoria

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    1. Oh WOW...you really are SO kind, dearest Victoria!
      Thank you...from the depths of my heart!!
      I hope all is well with you, my beautiful friend and Kindred.:)

      Sincerest Blessings xoxoxo

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