Wednesday 29 April 2009

Love Poem for Emily Maitlis of BBC's Newsnight

Your tired bedroom eyes on the TV screen
Are the origin of desire;
Kohl-rimmed, jaded, staring out
From a perfect face balanced on a swan-like wrist.
I pull the pint away from my dry lips
And drink in something stronger for a split-second,
The windows of your soul stoking something in me
Close to madness. Emily, I love you
More than Brian Wilson.

G.W.

10 comments:

  1. A revelatory poem from our teaching friend.

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  2. I'm taken aback by this poem from Grahame - a first, I think?

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  3. I'm feeling jealous - I wish I had written this steamy number!

    TK.

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  4. He's laying down a challenge. Over to you Jim.

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  5. But you do love Brian really.

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  6. Bathos, baby, bathos.

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  7. Have you seen this bit of stuff he's slobbering over in verse? She's no Bruni. More of a Bruno.

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  8. The Real Frank Black30 April 2009 at 07:28

    Shades of Sybil. Where's Joanne Woodward when you need her?

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  9. A highly erotic poem by a highly charged man.

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  10. Slow day at work? No chip fat fires to report on?

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