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[aid] => mick
[title] => A Story Between Rain and Snow
[time] => 2005-01-05 18:58:59
[hometext] => A series of ten songs in various poetic styles about an evening date in someone's house. A soft, comfortable story written in about three hours one rainy night. The numbers in parentheses refer to a few terms described at the bottom of the poem.
[bodytext] => 1. Eventide Rain drops, playing on the ceiling. Rain drops, playing on my life. Your eyes, I can’t forget this feeling. Rain drops, quiet as a knife. 2. Fireplace Cracking, The embers are born. They seize and die Like a single-use firefly. The candles make the room warm and orange as our coq au vin(1) melts into our bodies. This wine, This evening, Is for you. 3. Cellar Door The rain pulses like a mother down on our gentle world. I have but grains in an hourglass before I can no longer make you love me. We don yellow slickers and golashes over our carefully chosen garb, and I strike a flare to tint our world red as I take you down through my cellar door. 4. Warehouse The rainwaters flow into this red room. I lead you past hoses and watering cans And take your ivory hand To protect you As we cross spider’s webs And beetle’s nests To reach the very back Of this dusty haven. A secret knock on a secret switch And that which I love most Is now in your charge. I take you through the hidden hallway As we enter the room Where I will love you. 5. Kingdom An angel may have brought you, But a devil will take you away. You’re here inside my kingdom And your breath has naught to say. The marble floor to ceiling And the goldworks in between Shine yellow even though red light Is all that can be seen. Come lay you down upon this angelic little bed And I’ll sing songs to your splendor While you rest your gentle head, And I’ll wrap you in the feathers Passed down from a royal son, From a flock of geese hand-picked by a young Napoleon. I hold you with my words As a siren holds her prey And my arms engulf your body And your hair smells like earl grey And you give yourself completely As I kiss you on your neck And we move along to Paris ‘Cause I can’t stop at a peck. Come lay you down upon this angelic little bed While the subtle smells of Christmas Float inside your porcelain head And to my surprise, the rain grows cold But no heart goes unread And kingdom come, thy will be done, We lie still as the dead. 6. Iceland I can’t help but smell the fear On the shadows of your breath. Our hearts beat in time With what can’t be rain. Relax. Relax. Relax. Relax. Can you hear that? Can you hear that sound? Relax. Relax. Relax. Relax. Let’s get out of here. 7. Escape The beetle’s nests And spider’s webs have frozen solid. The flare’s been shut up. The marble and concrete Slide us away. What was dust is now Crystal and icicle. And we come out My cellar door. 8. Okay Oh, stopped the rain And now it's snowing. Inside, the candlelight's Still glowing. So stopped your pain And now I'm showing That inside, your Desperation's growing. Relax! Relax! Relax! Relax! All God's children, All-star children, Relax! Relax! Relax! Relax! All ghost children, Are ghost children. All ghost children Are ghost children. All the children... 9. Back Inside The slickers and golashes Break away and melt As we head back inside. The snow falls all but silently. The fireplace has been Sufficiently choked, But somehow, The congregation of candles Found the will to carry on. The house smells like the blue army(2) As the last grains of time Fall away. It seems my goal has been met. 10. Finale As we embrace and intertwine, What’s mine is yours and yours is mine, And hem hath holpen(3) for this time. As we embrace and intertwine, The snow descends on me and mine, And heaven never felt so fine. As we embrace, we both resign To share our fates. We’ll be just fine. Forever leaves our world behind, And here we’ll stay, Trapped in by snow. 1 Coq au Vin: A French chicken stew, literally “Cock with wine”, a batch of this usually calls for an entire bottle of red wine. 2 Blue Army: The Yankees in the American Civil War. During this time, soldiers were grouped into “Companies” of 100 men. This is a reference to a large number of candles in the house, a play on the name “The Yankee Candle Company”, which makes scented candles. 3 Hem Hath Holpen: Middle English for “he had helped them”, taken from the prologue of The Canterbury Tales, this is a reference to divine intervention. [comments] => 2 [counter] => 319 [topic] => 2 [informant] => butterat_zool [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => LovePoetry )
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