Bedroom Walls & BorrowersA Poem by NevilleThey always bring them back, even if they leave them some place else...Bedroom Walls & Borrowers
When gazed upon and slowly so These old stone bedroom walls Of ours Share their clay painted off white Earth born faces Which morph and merge then Gradually dissolve and disappear Ham stone delinquent every one
Yes indeed By candle light The serving wench and w***e The cider maker Washer woman Milk maid and poets several Plus Beryl Whitaker of course They all still linger around the tap room
A mere four hundred years Of DNA Tis all preserved Between the floorboards and the Ceiling of our bedroom Where lovers love and loved And fought and so many others died
Yes indeed Between the reign of James And our dear Elizabeth The truth cannot be denied The Borrowers delight In taking things and moving them Both by day and in the dead of night
© 2019 NevilleAuthor's Note
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