Shades.

CaltonHill


After years upon years of wonder and love,
you accepted the offer to meet me above
vaulted bridges beneath aged causeways abound
where vast multitudes shelter from wet, mossy ground.

Never thought we’d be standing on the old, rain-slicked street
where Boswell and Johnson and ol’ Hume did meet;
they, (a part of the city that still lives today)
were soaked in the shadows of Edinburgh’s grey.

The greys that we shared were fulfilling a dream
of years knowing this country would help us redeem;
cobbles and stone walls and pavements wynd ‘round
but the greys are still greyer without you around.

Greyfriars, grey squirrels, Earl Grey in the morn –
just subdued denials of the vows that we’d sworn;
frolicking through hallowed burial ground,
and the graves are still graver where the cold slabs were found.

We wandered through closes, got lost amidst bars
and strong drink did help water down old, searing scars,
yet words paled in the shadow of grey, salty air
that carried our wish to the mermaids with care.

The sea eclipsed all other beauty we found
and crashed o’er the rocks where old ships ran aground
and regardless of effort, we could not abscond –
she called to us there as the waves broke beyond.

Grey mist clung so tightly ‘round grey kirk and grey brae;
grey streets kissed by mem’ries where old monuments lay
and though unsure of our path, all roads led to one
and we met once again where the trust had begun.

Through Highlands and bylands that broke through grey wood
our dreams were reflected in grey streams where we stood;
grey layer on layer of dark mountains abound,
but their greys are still greyer without you around.

While true that clear skies did shed light on some days,
the blue can’t subdue the grey cast to our ways
and while some people would cower from each spatter of rain,
we welcomed those showers that would wash away pain
and mouthed a small thanks to marquis, saint, and king
of whom so many ballads these grey people do sing;
and though we don’t know the words, the motions remain
and the greys cement bonds that no blues can contain.

Endless clouds overhead did reach out to the ends
of the old city’s skyline whose grey haunting depends
on the moon’s piercing rays that explode on the ground,
but those rays are still greyer without you around.

With all that we saw, only mem’ries remain
and ensure that one day we shall meet here again;
to take in grey buildings, grey streets, and grey shore –
the epilogue of what shall be prologue once more.

So my thanks for your travels far o’er the sea
to gaze on grey structures that help define me;
And if I should be here at the end of my days,
I will hold dear your mastery of Edinburgh’s greys.

MermaidSteen

29 Responses to “Shades.”

  1. podle Says:
    May 11th, 2004 at 10:56 am

    They don't seem like the right words but they're all I've got. Wow, that was beautiful. Just ….. bones and heart beautiful.

  2. FunkyPlaid Says:
    May 11th, 2004 at 7:57 pm

    Those are words that make me smile, and they did very nicely. Thank you for appreciating the origins of this grey fountain.

  3. Anonymous Says:
    May 11th, 2004 at 11:12 am

    * crying* so so blessed am I to have such love in my life. Love you

  4. FunkyPlaid Says:
    May 11th, 2004 at 7:59 pm

    That's the beauty of temporal snapshots…regardless of what has happened and what will, there are always the memories to enjoy if they're respected and held aloft.
    And we have.
    Xo.

  5. dichroicynosure Says:
    May 11th, 2004 at 11:19 am

    colours bleeding
    This is glorious and profound…and really magical. I too was almost crying (certainly not for the same reasons). I adore how you have languaged such a vast love for the soul you have shared so much with.

  6. FunkyPlaid Says:
    May 11th, 2004 at 8:03 pm

    Re: colours bleeding
    Oh, thank you so much! And for your grasp of the language, as well.
    There is, of course, a twofold love here…for Soul and City, and regardless of outcome, the two are inextricably linked in some way…
    But who holds power over whom?

  7. dougygyro Says:
    May 11th, 2004 at 2:49 pm

    This is the sort of thing I'd expect to hear from Brian MacNeill or Andy M. Stewart.
    You truly are amazing, my friend.

  8. FunkyPlaid Says:
    May 11th, 2004 at 8:00 pm

    You do me great honour with that comparison, and with your praise.
    I really wasn't sure about posting it here, but you make me feel very good about choosing to do so.
    Thank you.

  9. dougygyro Says:
    May 12th, 2004 at 2:19 am

    "honour"?
    You've been in the UK for a while, eh?
    😉

  10. FunkyPlaid Says:
    May 12th, 2004 at 9:27 am

    Well, you know…
    …they kick us in the nuts if we omit the 'u'.
    🙂

  11. pisica Says:
    May 11th, 2004 at 5:47 pm

    Greyfriars, grey squirrels, Earl Grey in the morn –
    My favorite line, I think.
    Why not post it to the createsoc community? (Link is on my userinfo page.)

  12. FunkyPlaid Says:
    May 11th, 2004 at 8:07 pm

    Thank you.
    Oh, I'm not really one to parade about my creative feelings. It was hard enough convincing myself to post it here! I mean, look how long it took me…
    🙂

  13. evils Says:
    May 11th, 2004 at 9:12 pm

    It was hard enough convincing myself to post it here
    Very glad you did though. T'was a pleasure to read. *hug* 😀

  14. angledge Says:
    May 11th, 2004 at 7:05 pm

    The second photo reminds me of the myth about Princess Dahut, who lived in the city of Ys & was surrounded by cormorants.
    I love the poem.

  15. FunkyPlaid Says:
    May 11th, 2004 at 8:05 pm

    I imagine that you're so up to speed on your avian species because of Crazy Ol' Mom. Like I said, I think I understand you a bit better now. 🙂
    That myth seems to apply, yes? You'll have to give me a full recounting next time we get together…

  16. angledge Says:
    May 11th, 2004 at 9:08 pm

    I imagine that you're so up to speed on your avian species because of Crazy Ol' Mom. Like I said, I think I understand you a bit better now. 🙂
    I think I aspire to being an eccentric old bird lady too.

  17. lilitufire Says:
    May 11th, 2004 at 11:33 pm

    🙂
    Very, very nice.

  18. FunkyPlaid Says:
    May 12th, 2004 at 9:28 am

    Thank, thank you.
    🙂

  19. Anonymous Says:
    May 12th, 2004 at 5:01 am

    you've always had a way with words

  20. FunkyPlaid Says:
    May 12th, 2004 at 9:30 am

    And you currently have a way of being mysteriously anonymous.
    But thank you, regardless. 🙂

  21. Anonymous Says:
    May 13th, 2004 at 3:41 am

    ~ (*
    it's me ~ (*

  22. Anonymous Says:
    May 12th, 2004 at 12:49 pm

    wow…
    My words canNOT even attempt to reflect just how beautiful and moving that poem is. Your thoughts are fluid and graceful and seem almost tangible. You move me 🙂 I miss you…
    C&T

  23. FunkyPlaid Says:
    May 14th, 2004 at 4:22 am

    Re: wow…
    You're a darling. Thank you!

  24. mschaos Says:
    May 14th, 2004 at 4:23 am

    wow
    I wandered over here by way of podle…hope you don't mind
    that was brilliant…I can hear someone singing this

  25. FunkyPlaid Says:
    May 14th, 2004 at 4:26 am

    Re: wow
    Pleased to have you along – and thanks!
    How's your voice, then?
    🙂

  26. mschaos Says:
    May 14th, 2004 at 4:33 am

    Re: wow
    well…
    you can hear it here
    http://www.soundclick.com/bands/5/daletyodmusic.htm

  27. FunkyPlaid Says:
    May 14th, 2004 at 4:37 am

    Re: wow
    Hm. The stream isn't working, and they want me to sign-up for membership to hear the mp3. Any other hosts for your music out there?

  28. mschaos Says:
    May 14th, 2004 at 4:45 am

    Re: wow
    oh bother…i had fogotten about that…let me see waht I scrounge up

  29. mschaos Says:
    May 14th, 2004 at 10:44 am

    Re: wow
    ok, here we go…
    http://www.dalet-yod.com/mp3/SirenLive.mp3

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