Number 8 by Lawrence Ferlinghetti

Number 8

It was a face which darkness could kill
in an instant
a face as easily hurt
by laughter or light

‘We think differently at night’
she told me once
lying back languidly

And she would quote Cocteau

‘I feel there is an angel in me’ she’d say
‘whom I am constantly shocking’

Then she would smile and look away
light a cigarette for me
sigh and rise

and stretch
her sweet anatomy

let fall a stocking

Lawrence Ferlinghetti

Lawrence Ferlinghetti
Born: 24 March 1919, New York, USA
Nationality: American
Died: 22 February 2021, California, USA

Ferlinghetti is a poet, socialist activist, painter and co-founder of Lights Booksellers and Publishers. He is best known for his collection of poems, A Coney Island of the Mind which has sold more than a million copies in nine different languages. In March 2019 he celebrated his 100th birthday and the city of San Francisco has proclaimed his birthday 24 March as Lawrence Ferlinghetti Day (as indeed it should be).

Bonny Portmore by Loreena McKennitt

Bonny Portmore
1991
New Age

Loreena McKennitt

Loreena McKennitt
New Age
Born: 17 February 1957, Manitoba, Canada
Nationality: Canadian

McKennitt is a singer-songwriter, composer, and multi-instrumentalist best known for Celtic and Middle Eastern influenced world music. She is also known for her refined soprano vocals. McKennitt has sold over 14 million albums worldwide

#Writephoto – Shut That Door

Written to the following prompt – thank you KL

Door – Image by KL Caley

My thinking is perhaps the door is closed because the traveler of life has already passed through so I am going to run with that and the Quatern has been pulled out of my form jar. Add a bit of Rascal Flatts for good measure

Shut That Door
Form: Quatern

That door is closed, that chapter done
The time has come to wander on
A knapsack rests upon my back
Each step forward and now I’m gone
Big brass bolts all shot into place
That door is closed, that chapter done
Past days secured and left behind
Now I have new chapters to write
I’ve wept the tears to heal my heart
Nothing left for me to turn back
That door is closed, that chapter done
And a new journey has begun
Bridges of ash smoking behind
The matches still warm in my hand
The path is lost with no way back
That door is closed, that chapter done

©JGFarmer2022

Passing Strangers by Ultravox

Passing Strangers
Album: Vienna
Date: 1980
Genre: Pop

Lyrics by Christopher Thomas Allen, Midge Ure, Warren Reginald Cann, and William Currie

We were so young, we were too vain.
Dance in the dark, sing in the rain.
Time on our hands, hope in our hearts.

We were talking, passing strangers.
Moments caught across an empty room.
Wasted whispers, faded secrets.
Quickly passes, time goes, time goes by too soon.

We stood alone, silent and proud.
Moments unknown, lost in a crowd.
Running through memories like thieves in the night.
Clutching emotions, holding too tight.
Hold turns to dust, shattered by light.

We were talking, passing strangers.
Moments caught across an empty room.
Wasted whispers, faded secrets.
Quickly passes, time goes, time goes by too soon

We were talking, passing strangers.
Moments caught across an empty room.
Wasted whispers, faded secrets.
Quickly passes, time goes, time goes by too soon

We were talking, passing strangers.
Moments caught across an empty room.
Wasted whispers, faded secrets.
Quickly passes, time goes, time goes by too soon

Ultravox

Ultravox

Ultravox were a new wave band formed in London in 1974 as Tiger Lily. Between 1980 and 1986 they achieved seven Top Ten albums and seventeen Top 40 singles in the UK, including ‘Vienna’ in 1981. Between 1974 and 1978 Ultravox was fronted by John Foxx. Midge Ure took over as lead singer in 197r Ure and keyboardist Billy Currie worked together in the studio project Visage