Brief Cameos Poem by Tom Billsborough
Brief Cameos
Brief cameos, old memories.
The deep blue eyes,
A light voice,
The accent sweeter than a Gaelic song,
Portpatrick harbour glowing in the dusk
The sea stretching in its restless sleep,
The Irish Ferry, brightly lit,
Making for Loch Ryan and Stranraer.
Encounters brief but poignant
In the fading rose of sunset.
We sat upon a seat and talked a while.
I never asked her name,
The meeting didn't warrant,
Which I regret and yet
It did preserve the mystery.
Of course I wonder
What became of her.
This is absolutely a perfect jewel of a poem. It's so the kind of thing that happens to a sensitive and artistic person and you are such a person- - May you be filled with many such beautiful memories of a time and a place and an event that make that a perfect moment in time that remains freeze-framed- never stained by arguments and disappointments, just stays as a lodestar... I have some lovely cameos too that God has blessed me with. 10 ++++++++++++++++++++++++ of course! ! ! !
I think you have hit the nail on the head there, Susan. The fact it didn't become more involved makes it more precious. Maybe if we'd talked more the chances are we'd have found we had not a lot in common. She taught chemistry and I never took the subject, having to take Greek as my Latin master was keen to train me up to read Greats at Oxford! I am hoping that other members have a go at their cameos too. I don't know if you have seen that very English film Brief Encounter. It was actually filmed not far from me in the Railway station of a little town called Carnforth. That meeting did become more involved and became very poignant. Perhaps members can recall incidents they remember with a smile. It would be fun to read their stories.
Well Tom I have traveled the ferry from larne to stranraer many moons ago and on many occasions......loved that crossing..but I didn't like all the jelly fish you could see...never knew there was so many jelly fish around those seas.....lovely write. Annette
The west coast of the Isle of Man round Peel had a terrible infestation of Jellyfish one year. My daughter and I just swam through them. We were complete idiots tho we didn't get stung! I love the road from Stranraer up past Loch Ryan towards Troon and Ayr. It hugs the shore for miles. Not been on the Larne Ferry. Shortest route to Ireland, I think.
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5/3/2024 8:37:37 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Camoes are brief and old memories shine in deep blue eyes. Wonderful! The meeting still does not warrant and I still regret. Very Amazing drafting! ..10