Posted: Fri Dec 08, 2006 1:00 pm
oops - yes - sorry - typo.
I've just written another of these. A bit different -- more of a ballad. It's the result of a challenge on another site to write something inspired by the phrase: "South of the Border". Here it is, hot off the press.
South of the border
South of the border lies a land
where locusts fly over white sand.
With never a care
I’ll meet my love there
with my hand
ringless, bare.
South of the border we’ll embrace
where the sun baked rocks leave no trace
of the lies we told
in the grey north cold
of a place
where there’s gold.
South of the border, free at last
no need for wealth – that’s in the past.
The gemstones we find
are all in the mind.
(Hold me fast
limbs entwined.)
South of the border there are fires
that burn out these heady desires
as we turn to dust
no more love or trust
just twin pyres
to our lust.
South of the border I will die
dreaming of northlands, asking why
I left that grey land
no ring on my hand
for a lie
and white sand.
I've just written another of these. A bit different -- more of a ballad. It's the result of a challenge on another site to write something inspired by the phrase: "South of the Border". Here it is, hot off the press.
South of the border
South of the border lies a land
where locusts fly over white sand.
With never a care
I’ll meet my love there
with my hand
ringless, bare.
South of the border we’ll embrace
where the sun baked rocks leave no trace
of the lies we told
in the grey north cold
of a place
where there’s gold.
South of the border, free at last
no need for wealth – that’s in the past.
The gemstones we find
are all in the mind.
(Hold me fast
limbs entwined.)
South of the border there are fires
that burn out these heady desires
as we turn to dust
no more love or trust
just twin pyres
to our lust.
South of the border I will die
dreaming of northlands, asking why
I left that grey land
no ring on my hand
for a lie
and white sand.
Earlyworks Press will be popping it in an anthology in the new year.
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