{"id":2309,"date":"2016-12-27T03:54:58","date_gmt":"2016-12-27T03:54:58","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.fatbeetle.com\/blog\/?page_id=2309"},"modified":"2016-12-28T06:17:33","modified_gmt":"2016-12-28T06:17:33","slug":"walking-home-drunk-from-colin-and-joys","status":"publish","type":"page","link":"http:\/\/www.fatbeetle.com\/blog\/?page_id=2309","title":{"rendered":"Walking home, drunk, from Colin and Joy’s"},"content":{"rendered":"

Follow the wall, always follow the wall,<\/span><\/p>\n

though it is wet, and green and hard.<\/span><\/p>\n

Along half a street, a place where strangers<\/span><\/p>\n

now live, downhill, in the dark.<\/span><\/p>\n

The threatened rain sounds soon<\/span><\/p>\n

to deliver, and from up here<\/span><\/p>\n

you still cannot hear the sea.<\/span><\/p>\n

Follow the wall. Up from Esters field,<\/span><\/p>\n

over the stone steps along stone chair lane.<\/span><\/p>\n

Stop awhile, there should be a view here,<\/span><\/p>\n

but all is dark and dank, sea fret has concealed<\/span><\/p>\n

the sea, and the rain has obscured the view.<\/span><\/p>\n

Some sort of scene remains, silent and sane,<\/span><\/p>\n

the mizzle doesn\u2019t help much either,<\/span><\/p>\n

dulls and deadens.<\/span><\/p>\n

Why is this the view you came for, why?<\/span><\/p>\n

There a few house lights break through,<\/span><\/p>\n

the grey and sanguine scene,<\/span><\/p>\n

(more now than ever before,)<\/span><\/p>\n

Christmas lights, dimmed, blink pointlessly<\/span><\/p>\n

Wind and yet more rain, feeling refreshed.<\/span><\/p>\n

the cold, dark, night is sweet and mellow,<\/span><\/p>\n

and drunk with melancholy.<\/span><\/p>\n

Turn your back to it all. Follow the wall.<\/span><\/p>\n

Along past the old garage,<\/span><\/p>\n

post office, and out by the shop.<\/span><\/p>\n

Across the road. Here the houses have their<\/span><\/p>\n

back to you and the rain.<\/span><\/p>\n

The narrow kerb, guides you,<\/span><\/p>\n

along a wall, wet and hard and green,<\/span><\/p>\n

to the graveyard, and ancient church,<\/span><\/p>\n

Darker here, the street lights enhance the gloom<\/span><\/p>\n

Stop awhile at the locked church barred.<\/span><\/p>\n

Nothing is sacred any more,<\/span><\/p>\n

but there is shelter here, and security.<\/span><\/p>\n

While clouds unleash hard driven rain,<\/span><\/p>\n

Your back to the sanctuary, light a smoke, and wait.<\/span><\/p>\n

Forgoing the first and the last,<\/span><\/p>\n

never what it was, nor ever to be.<\/span><\/p>\n

Past the granite houses, and we\u2019re back against a wall.<\/span><\/p>\n

Down past seaview, with no sea view, we follow the hedge.<\/span><\/p>\n

Here the roads diverge,<\/span><\/p>\n

Taking the left , and wary of cars in this blackest of nights,<\/span><\/p>\n

huddled against the searing winds, the driven cold,<\/span><\/p>\n

The hard pressed rains, we follow a wall.<\/span><\/p>\n

The passing place a sanctuary, but there is no traffic,<\/span><\/p>\n

hurry along the wall, to Trevescan, the secret path,<\/span><\/p>\n

and home, alone once more.<\/span><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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