Sell me stale
13 July 2016
Brink me peaks
Wuther me towers
Mull me spice
Break my ice
Bring me rivers where truth speaks
Shower me flowers
Breach me heights
Whisper me slowly
Shudder me
Through the lights
That speak of rooms in twirling
With bodies whirling
Pace me snail
Through loving windows
Tell me tale
Sell me stale
I will bring afresh a sill
That stands all morrows
Reading of the poem:
Claire de Lune – Claude Debussy
Rêverie – Claude Debussy
The girl with the flaxen hair – Claude Debussy (modified version as youtube closed down the account which had the initial version)
The most romantic music goes with the ode to Love. Beautiful!
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Thank you Inese ❤️
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Kind of like a romantic sailor! Gotta love it!
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Thanks Marissa 🙂
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A nice paced piece; but I couldn’t get beyond the memories your title brought to me. When we were young in post-war England, Mum used to send us to the baker’s to buy yesterday’s bread because it was cheaper and we didn’t eat so much of it at one go.
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Thank you Derrick. So interesting, thanks for sharing. There was the same concept in post colonial Tunisia 🙂
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