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A wedding Song
(For Rachel and Joe).

I met a boy in a barn one day
A boy in a barn with his eyes so-so.
He said ‘marry me’ but I said no
To the boy in the barn with his eyes so-so.

So off to America he did go
The boy in the barn with his eyes so-so
And never once did I say don’t go
To the boy in the barn with his eyes so-so.

And it’s forty years since he’s been gone
The boy in the barn with his eyes so-so.
But I loved him gentle I loved him strong
The boy in the barn with his eyes so-so.

Now I’m off to America in a big steel boat
To the boy in the barn with his eyes so-so.
And he’ll meet me there in my new red coat
The boy in the barn with his eyes so-so.

But now that I am old and small
To the boy in the barn with his eyes so-so.
Will he still recognise me at all?
The boy in the barn with his eyes so-so

And I’ll say to the boy if its not to late
The boy in the barn with his eyes so-so.
I won’t leave you waiting at the altar gate
The boy in the barn with his eyes so-so.

Nothing but nothing - oh - made sense anymore. Not the leaves or the rainbows or the sidewalks that curved out and ran out alongside her. She ran back to the beginning only to be caught up in the curve of restless running taking place all around her. Someone smiled. But the clouds covered everything making sorry shapes from all the borrowed air. But out of all of that he caught her hand, then her heart and finally her words that meant everything when he listened, like speaking under water. We’ll breathe together he said. Softly (at first) and later we’ll take great mouthfuls of the stuff. When it’s calm again…he said, we’ll be flying like eagles.

Meet me at the Parkside.

Meet me at the parkside
By the old brick wall on the southside
Place your hand around this cold heart of mine
And tell me how you have run out of hours,
How the days are never wide enough
But still there is all the time in the world for me.
Let birds fly by without hearing,
How wings and feet and time
Go by without a look in.
So the colder that it grows
The deeper that we go.
Till it’s too late to be anywhere
Other than here.

Meet me at the parkside.

Shelter
By Corinne Anne Marbrow
Show me what shelter means
Tin roofs and all
A thousand red sunsets
Worn bricks by the door.
Mornings that gather
To sink into day
Like tides into shorelines
To gather again.

The Sleeper’s Den
By Corinne Anne Marbrow

The night rain dances on the roof
with scant regard for careless sleepers.
Each heavy beat is muffled mirth
At life beneath these rafters
But for the sleeper in her den
It’s dreams not rain that bind her,
And nature’s mirth, for all it’s worth
Is the element that’s kinder.

Come Home
By Corinne Anne Marbrow

The pages of my heart
coloured blue,
violet shot through.
Amber, fire, kindling, gold
remains
I'll wait for you.
Come home.

I have just discovered a wonderful poet and craft-maker called Eireann Lorsung. finding people like this is like discovering the sound your heart makes when it's smiling. As for me....it's raining outside. The perspex is skipping with every rain-drop. My dog is snoring somehere. The lights are on. Home is everywhere around me.