boats in pyjamas

Posted on November 6, 2021 by ceayr
copyright c e ayr

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boats in pyjamas

boats in pyjamas
prepared for winter sleep
useless as promises
we knew we couldn’t keep

masts in pink petals
dancing in twilit sky
natural and lovely
to my unconsoled eye

trees now undressed
shorn naked unleaved
exposed as the summer lies
we never quite believed

sky in perfection
singular in its blue
stripped of its cloud love
as I’m denuded of you

shadows invisible
in darkness in fear
terrified abandoned
since you disappeared

heart on a jetty
wind-swept angry sea
salt water and salt tears
loneliness only me

copyright c e ayr



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About ceayr

A Scot who has discovered peace in a small town he calls Medville on the Côte Vermeille, C.E. Ayr has spent a large part of his life in the West of Scotland and a large part elsewhere. His first job was selling programmes at his local football club and he has since tried 73 other career paths, the longest being in IT, with varying degrees of success. He is somewhat nomadic, fairly irresponsible and, according to his darling daughter, a bit random. So, nobody’s perfect.
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5 Responses to boats in pyjamas

  1. Lindsey's avatar Lindsey says:
    November 9, 2021 at 3:57 pm

    Beautiful. Wonderful expression of dep emotion. One of my favourites.

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  3. jenne49's avatar jenne49 says:
    November 6, 2021 at 2:36 pm

    So desolate, both the words and the reading.
    Such images, such emotion – heart on a jetty wave swept angry sea … loneliness only me.
    Beautiful and exquisitely sore expression of a part of life.

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