Would You Like A Cottage Near Land's End...?

Would You Like A Cottage Near Land's End...?


Would you live in a cottage near land's end?
Where gulls soar over warm sea-cliff currents,
Where you can stroll down a path to the reach
And wade in the gentle surf where fish swim
Around your ankles and the breadcrumbs you share?

As day dawns and dusk descends, will you watch
The horizon for yachts and firelight's dance;
Red and gold against the blue stilled waters
Or bask in moonlight as stars first appear
Then shine like twinkles on a fairy cake?

When I call to you at night from the dark
Will you come running to see the possum
With her young clawed on her back as she clings
To the outermost eucalypt limb
Where she finds the tenderest leaves to eat?

Will you sit with me on the swing and talk
About your day and the cricket and yachts
And politics and the economy
Or how the Bourse is busy with rises
And falls as the dollar rises and falls?

Tell me you will shave my beard, wax my chest,
Feed me with nourishment like green lettuce
And ripe, red tomatoes between wholemeal
Or that you will give me a pedicure
Or dig fingers into shoulder sinews?

Say to me that you will be there for me
When I stumble forward and topple back,
When thunder strikes, you'll hold the umbrella
And set footprints beside mine in the white
of the hail and snow or stroll in the sun?

Would you run naked through streets in rainfall
And laugh at trams and trains of convention,
Will you pose nude for my camera each night
That I might catch candid snaps in my mind,
Flashbacks, that I'll recall the good when old?

Will you dance at my funeral, set the tone
For those who woe and wonder why I went
And when I'm gone will you find another,
Younger, to comfort you in your old age
To nibble your lobe, your nape, your nipple?

Then I will live in a land's-end cottage,
Where gulls soar over warm sea-cliff currents,
Where we can stroll down the path to the reach
And wade in the gentle surf while fish swim
Around our ankles and the breadcrumbs we share.

As day dawns and dusk descends, we will watch
The horizon for yachts and firelight's dance;
Red and gold against the blue stilled waters,
We'll bask in moonlight as stars first appear
Then shine like twinkles on a fairy cake.

Then I'll call to you at night from the dark
And you'll come running to see the possum
With her young clawed on her back as she clings
To the outermost eucalypt limb
Where she finds the most tender leaves to eat.

I will sit with you on the swing and talk
About your day and the cricket and yachts
And politics and the economy
Or how the Bourse is busy with rises
And falls as the dollar rises and falls.

I will grow my beard and hair on my chest,
And in the ground, I will grow green lettuce
And ripe red tomatoes and grain for bread,
Olives to press for oil for your massage;
From your toes to thighs, to shoulder sinews.

And I will be here for you forever;
When you stumble forward and topple back,
When thunder strikes, I'll hold the umbrella,
I'll set footprints beside yours in the white
of hail and snow and together we'll bask.

And I will run naked through streets in rain
And laugh at trams and trains of convention,
And pose naked for your camera each night
That you might catch candid snaps in your mind,
Flashbacks, that you'll recall the good when old.

And should you leave before me, I will die
And those who woe and wonder why we went
Will know that we shared a love that no-one
Could share, that none could comfort me like you;
A nibbled lobe, a nape, a suckled nipple.

These treasures I pledge and more, like diamonds
That twinkle for the moment as you watch
My smile, my joy, my contentment, my peace...


“If The Only Possible Way We Can Be Together Is In My Dreams...Then I'll sleep Forever”

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Alright, have to comment this now in case no-one else does and it disappears...
Read this last night, and have to admit I was a little over-whelmed. Had no idea what it was about. Well, I gathered that it was a man talking to a woman, and asking her to spend her life with him in a "Cottage Near Land's End", but there was just so much going on in the poem that I felt like I was missing out on what was really happening in it. Really liked this stanza:

The shaving and waxing makes it feel really intimate. The woman cares enough to groom the man, and the man trusts the woman enough with the blade and wax. Get visions of some mountain man allowing himself to be groomed despite himself, and a woman doing so because she truly cares for him. The pedicure just reinforces this, while the digging fingers and shoulder sinews transform the everyday banality of grooming and feeding into something passionate. Very earthy, flesh on flesh.

Also liked the technique of repeating the entire poem in a sense, very striking. Goes from questioning to affirmation. As for this:

Beautiful.

Sorry man, don't know much about poetry, so don't know what I should be looking for or whatever, so just random ramblings above! I'll learn as I go along though...