that we both remember childhood with the same memories of teachers, classmates and playground games. We both come from South London dandelion roots, splashing in puddles in tatty plimsolls - not boots, two friends in a gang of urchins, some lost, some found, roaming stairways, playing fields and waste grounds of the decades following the war, a time of liberty and revolution: Led Zeppelin, Joni and hippies. In teenagehood, thrown together once again, we chatted on a crowded underground train. Inevitable that we spent decades, wondering what became of each other, whether you were the same cheeky street kid, with your cascade of auburn hair, the lanky mischief maker, always up for a dare. Inevitable that it took a letter to a local rag, a phone call and a visit to prove nothing much had changed at all. And here we are, living our lives together, ready to face the great whatever. Kim M. Russell, 8th June 2023
It’s Thursday and time for us to Meet the Bar with Laura at the dVerse Poets Pub, where we are exploring when ‘We’ writes poetry.
Laura begins with quotations from Bonnie Costello’s book The Plural of Us and a poem by Anne Bradstreet. She says that, having just celebrated her daughter’s wedding, she is “conscious yet again of how in bonding with ‘other’, the first person plural comes to the fore. ‘Me’ becomes ‘We’ and arguably, the success of any union lies in the compromise between the wants/requirements of ‘I’ and ‘We’.”
I didn’t know that today is National Friendship Day, but what an excellent reason to consider the bonds bound up in first person plurals. Laura’s examples are an extract from Ella Wheeler Wilcox’s ‘Friendship after Love’ and David Ignatow’s ‘We’ to inspire us to write poems about ‘We’ as a pair, a couple (not a group).




This is nice to find that friend from the past and connect again. The thought is thrilling and I hope to be able to do more of that in the future.
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And reader, I married him.
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Your bonds go far and deep Kim – beautifully wrought in this poem when friendship became marriage
“splashing in puddles in tatty plimsolls – not boots,” – such an evocative line
[still listneing to Led Zeppelin too!]
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Sometimes it’s hard to believe that we were at infant school together and played together in the playground and around the flats where we lived. It’s even harder to believe we found each other again,
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you were meant for each other ❤
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Chills all over! All over! Finding an old love after all of these years ~ pure magic.
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Thank you, Helen!
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We (My Beloved Sandra and I) don’t go back quite that far (ie only half my lifetime), but there’s certainly a bonding between us similar to what you’ve written about so beautifully here, Kim. Wonderful work. Thanks.
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Thank you, Ron.
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How lovely to read that your friendship is still the same, like it was only yesterday that you met. I love the connection to the past and future, together again.
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Thank you, Grace. We are growing old together.
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You two were meant to be together. There has to be a thrill in the heart to know it. Just wondering, are you both in the top picture and if so where are you and where is he? I think I know just want you to confirm. Nice to see pictures of you two together over time in the other pics. Lovely poem.
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Yes, I’m in the top row, the little blonde one on the left, and David is third on the left in the row below me. We were never far from each other at school , walked to school together, and ran around the blocks of flats on our housing estate together. We went to different high schools, I was more academic, and then I moved to Germany.
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❤ ❤ All the more endearing to see you as children then as adults and realize the bonds you developed that have kept you connected through time. It gives me hope. Kim, I also noticed something else about that pic: you resemble Joni Mitchell!
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You’ve just made my day!
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❤
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That’s a wonderful love story Kim. (K)
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Thank you, Kerfe, and all true!
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Oh, this is so sweet!
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Thank you, Christine!
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Plimsolls takes me back to younger days when my London cousins visited. Here in T&T we say sneakers but talked of plimsolls😊
Much💚love
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I haven’t seen any children wearing plimsolls, not for a very long time, but they were what we wore! Thank you, Gillena, and much love to you!
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Love that final couplet, Kim.
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Thank you, Jane!
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I can’t help but wonder if friendship is not a lost institution, like newspapers and record album cover art — all treasures buried in time — friends don’t have the same chance the deepen and depend the way we did roaming out there until our parents hollered for us to come in for dinner. Killer final couplet.
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My tale was very dark but this was a breath of fresh air, a beam of sunlight…
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Thank you!
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Childhood sweethearts! How beautiful 🥰
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Thanks Ingrid!
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And here we are, living our lives together,
ready to face the great whatever.
Love it Kim! You are one of the lucky ones to be married to a childhood sweetie!
Hank
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Th a k you Hank, we are very lucky!
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That’s really lovely and so good you could still find that friendship and togetherness. Great poem too and honours the ‘we’.
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Thank you for reading and commenting!
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