casting out my welcome i bid you come on in
we’ll share a bite of supper and a noggin full of gin
we’ll tell each other stories of the brightest days of old
when our hearts were full of vigour and our spirits running bold
then let us take a wander beneath a storyteller’s moon
we can carve our names and bind them with a lover’s rune
and if the night should finish before our will is done
we’ll call upon the old gods to bind the very sun
and this i promise you when all our words are said
we will be together ’til the earth itself is dead

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  1. me likez! vey nice rythm and images!
    What are you up to up there your way?

    • Ai agree wit Villow, wundermuss images! ๐Ÿ˜€

    • Thank you ๐Ÿ˜€ I’m sat at home with the TV on, Pirates of the Caribbean at World’s End is on at the moment, which gave me an idea for a poem about two old comrades in arms meeting up in later life and telling each other lies about the past. Somehow though it morphed into a love poem which required some pretty serious editing of the early bits ๐Ÿ˜†

  2. damommza

     /  December 31, 2011

    What a wonderfully romantic poem to ring in the New Year. “Tying the knot” till the end of times. Lovely thought. ๐Ÿ˜€

    Happy New Year Lawah!


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