Three poems for JS each with it's own soundtrack!
Date: Fri, 17 May 2019 My first t'was
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BYlW67CMRKM - Janelle Monae, Don’t Judge Me
The realest thing I’ve ever seen
And a wonderful dream
Trot through it with me
Bluebell carnage
Flying past fairy encampments
The outline of a room
Where I saw Brigadoon
Mauve, I’ve got to indigo
Scaring the life into me
With touches of intimacy
Your hinterland made me stare
‘Twas sweeter than the caramel hare
Do you know how?
I feel about your nose and eyebrow
These romantic realist issues
Just resolve as I kiss you
Date: Mon, 3 Jun 2019
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=e8ijgkh-nwA – Spratleys Japs (optional soundtrack)
Blue horses dappled white
Run across the snow at night
By the sea, of only you really see
The resolve your kiss is to me
A beautiful morning
Day, afternoon, and night
Around the world
All the time
Now
I’m beginning to understand
Excitement at fairy command
May sound more like a march
But playful and childlike
Rather than something harsh
Strap me to your carriage
We’re going to my fantasy marriage
A straight line around a sphere
Round here distance disappears
To spirit in the air
That’s not the same as nothing where
Moonshine and stars
Move in a dress
How tonight seems charged
A hundred thousand fairies
Change the stars
To shapes behind plant pots
And under cars
A fairy star collage
Honour a serious note
This is a dance of devotion
In respect of emotion
A dance and parade that’s yours
A dance harmoniously adored
Catch me with the light from your eyes
At the edge of the sea
Yours alone, but not lonely
"The true revolutionary is guided by a great feeling of love"
Date: Mon, 5 Aug 2019
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=48NiguI8aQY – Revolution, The Cult (optional soundtrack)
Meet me under the clock
For a secret rendez-vous
The plan is simple
I only want to be with you
Kiss me under the clock
The world spins a thousand miles per hour
My heart commits completely
To an ideological power
Now is the right time
Now is so exciting
Now I can hear the queen piping
Your friends call you lawless
Your lover, Dances with Bees
You wear rounds in all the right places
Like the smiles on civilian faces
May I march behind your combats
And stick to the front, when you attract
You face means more to me
Than anything I’ve ever seen
Berets and Harebells
Painted horses, and loaded carousels
Scudding clouds on hills that roll
You get down, like falling down a hole
The weak strong, and wrong made meek
The place we’re all set free
By the window and feather technique
Yesterday’s associations
Are a fancy dress party
And if your cause costs a life
Please let it be mine
I’d be forever sat next to you
Smiling in the sublime