I remember when we used to walk hand in hand
along a sandy road that led to North Sea dunes,
so deep into the night the lights had gone out
in all the houses; we were guided by a sky
full of stars and every time the moon
disappeared, a nosy neighbour behind a curtain
of cloud, we were overwhelmed by the darkness,
giddy with the mystery of the night – and us.
Back home in a cottage groaning with sea gales,
collecting salt like tears on its window panes,
we huddled together and shared tales,
hopes, dreams and a plate of cheese on toast
by a roaring fire: you and me, with a dog and a cat,
late at night, making plans and laying ghosts.
Kim M. Russell, 3rd April 2019
My response to Imaginary Garden with Real Toads Poems in April 3: Late night conversations with the muse, also linked to earthweal Open Link Weekend #63
Sanaa welcomes us to the third day in April with a lovely poem by Michael Faudet: ‘Late Night Coffee’. She invites us to write and share a poem about late night, what goes through our minds or appeals to us during the time when stars are somewhere behind the moodiness of clouds.
I just love this – the intimacy in that vast night – it’s made me feel nostalgic for something I didn’t even do – maybe for that feeling of being alone together. It’s just excellent.
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Thank you, Sarah. I just told it the way it was.
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My goodness this is good! ❤️ I could picture the “cottage groaning with sea gales, collecting salt like tears on its window panes,” and oh “a plate of cheese on toast by a roaring fire,” all the elements that make for a vivid and passionate poem! 😀 Thank you so much for writing to the prompt, Kim! ❤️
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Thank you, Sanaa! ❤
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This is the second time you have written of cheese toast. I always love the simplicity and the intimacy of it. I can see you fixing it in that late night and hear the conversation between you and your husband.
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I love cheese on toast but the diabetic diet doesn’t really allow it so it’s a rare treat these days.
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The midnight snack is the most joyous of all things love!!!!
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“overwhelmed by the darkness,
giddy with the mystery of the night”
“making plans and laying ghosts”
Love. ❤
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I was there with you, Kim (sorry for being the uninvited 3rd wheel). Wonderfully captured. Salute!
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Thanks Ron!
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love the feelings this poem brings to me, to share such an night would be lovely,,
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Thank you!
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Back home in a cottage groaning with sea gales,
collecting salt like tears on its window panes
These details really make the moment for me, with hints of pathetic fallacy.
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Thank you, Kerry.
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Ahhh! What wonderful memories, so beautifully told. Like Sarah, it’s made me ‘nostalgic for something I didn’t even do’.
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Thank you, Rosemary!
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How intimate and beautiful! It’s lovely how you bind the reader in this experience with concrete word pictures and the feelings that they bring about as well. This is exquisite: “Back home in a cottage groaning with sea gales,/collecting salt like tears on its window panes”.
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Thank you, Anmol.
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Beautifully visceral imagery, Kim. Just lovely.
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Thank you, Angela.
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My pleasure.
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I love how you bring a night as big as the universe down to the intimacy of two people. Beautiful
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Thanks so much, Susie.
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What a beautiful an intimate setting you have created with your words Kim.
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the mystery of the night sky, and the mystique of the darkness enveloping, shared and prised apart, with another, … what pleasure and satisfaction!
I love the small details in this Kim – the accentuated moodiness of the outside, then the creature comforts inside …. and what a superbly crafted ending…. making plans and laying ghosts.
Stellar!
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Thank you so much, Pat. Where we lived then was a mysterious place and pitch black at night as there were no street lights. You could see every star and, at times, the Aurora Borealis. List of ghost stories and legends too, And that little cottage was magical – our first home together.
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it truly sound special Kim – it’s wonderful you have such good memories and can weave the spells to keep them alive 🙂
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I love the nosey neighbor line Just a gorgeous poem – sentimental without overdoing it.
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Thanks Margaret. back then we did have nosy neighbours!
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Cozy and snug in those late nights of “making plans and laying ghosts” — Fine it is when memory is warmed from both ends of a history. – Brendan
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Thanks Brendan.
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It all sounds so wonderful, especially the cheese on toast! You created an atmosphere so real I could feel it.
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Thank you, Sherry. It happened.😊
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Both mysterious and cosy. Everything is both magnified and intensified at night. (K)
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It certainly is, Kerfe.
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I can just picture the cosy and sheltered scene! I love the half-rhyme of:
‘overwhelmed by the darkness,
giddy with the mystery of the night – and us.’
It really leaps into life. Reminds me of staying in a cottage on the Southwest Scottish coast!
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That’s exactly as it was.😊
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