Tribble Hill

Looking and longing

Lift b******s through the naked light

To tuck them in on Christmas night

Teach them the ways of gentle past

And hope the noble die is cast

Sing songs of crimson hope and rage

He’ll be the one to turn the page

And show this lot who sings his plan

Grant evermore to every man

Resonate with Godhead

Or

Still my blighted mind

Coax evermore to sip the wrong

Notes floating on a darker song

Evermore would no longer  thrive

Crows hunt and in the darkness dive

And take from man his gilded morn

Robbing promises duly sworn

Til’ she sees all time standing still

And turns the tides on Tribble Hill

Author's Note

I'm thinking of star trek...you know what I mean?

Reviews

[barleygirl]

No wonder I didn't get this. I've never watched any of the blockbuster space flicks. But I really love the way your poem reads even if I don't get it. There's such a confident bracing rhyme & rhythm, it makes me want to invent a story in my head, to go with your well-crafted lines! *wink! wink!* This sounds more like a loping western, rather than a tricky trek (((HUGS))) Fondly Margie

[Chris Shaw]

I looked at the image carefully because Tribble Hill doesn't mean a great deal to me. It looks dark, and not the sort of thing that I would welcome first thing in the morning, looking out on either a sunny or dull day. In a way it reminded me of the old slag heaps in Wales of years ago when coal mining was big industry. I am getting the impression that the author is not fond of Tribble Hill "And turns the tides on Tribble Hill). This is beautifully written and is a fascinating write and I would like to know more about it please Crowley.

Chris

[Crowley]

Ha, this was a little piece of nonsense that I came up with about the repetitive rise and fall of men and the unending cycle of saviors. Tribble hill just sounded good. When I looked up images for Tribble hill, there was one, but I didn't like it so I used a different one. Other than that, I had no idea that it was a real place. Thanks Christine!!!