Gadebridge Fair

When I set off for Gadebridge Fair

I wore a garland in my hair.

My father stood behind the gate,

checked out his watch said "Don't be late".

So with a friend, same age sixteen

we rambled down towards The Green

and soon arrived to find a throng

of locals cheered by ale and song,

while fiddlers sweltered in the heat.

The dodgems dodged, the dipper dipped,

refreshing lemonade was sipped.

Then seated on a bale of hay

we watched young children hard at play.

Pink candy floss upon a stick

or choicest apples covered thick

with toffee, dripping in the heat,

and there he knelt beside my feet.

By dusk my precious heart was won.

Black gypsy eyes soon melted mine,

for me his mien beyond divine.

White collar open at the throat,

tight fitting cut of dark waistcoat.

Tanned face, tanned arms, the widest smile

we dallied there for quite some while.

But time ran out, I had to leave,

I cursed the watch beneath my sleeve.

Yet he suggested that we meet.

My handsome beau, he didn't show.

I fretted, though I'll never know

why two days later he would find,

some reason for a change of mind.

Now in my dreams he's filtered through,

an unexpected turn-up true.

What did he say? He told me this,

"I've come to give you one last kiss".

Reviews

[Norman 223]

This has a lovely cadence and lyricism with it, Christine. Was it written as a song.? It has all the delightful qualities of the English folk songs . With this in mind, perhaps you might consider a non rhyming "coda " line on the last stanza, as you have done on the three previous verses.
Something on the lines of...
..... His lips approached and ......I awoke.
Just a thought..
Norman

[Chris Shaw]

Thank you so much Norman. This was written as a poem rather than a song, but I am very fond of English folk music, so maybe that's where the influence is. I really appreciate your review and your suggestion for changing the final line to one that is non rhyming. All good wishes to you.

Chris

[KeeD]

You've painted a lovely picture here, a story of a chanced encounter that will create a lifelong memory that blankets the heart. I love how it's so cute and the imagery places me the reader right there, observing it all transpire and rooting for the poet. I like the way you ended it, you kept the dream alive even though reality often disappoints. So cheerful this piece and full of love and life. Kudos!

[Chris Shaw]

A touch of young romance, a memory from a long time ago. Quite upset me that he didn't show up after the fair, but the dream and him coming back drew a line under it. Yes it was a very happy day and the fair was buzzing and lively and enjoyed by everyone. Glutton for punishment you are, reading three of mine on the trot. So appreciated.

Chris

Chris

[emmajoy]

This could so easily be part of a book of county myths, poems and all.. has that special 'must be saved at all cost' mood and meaning! Our county fairs are wonderful, aren't they, have that gentle charm that so many of our events have.. silly stuff like throwing the welly and dogs shows where there #s always one pooch that doesn't behave! You've touched on a once upon a time element though.. told a story with a touch of romance along with that ending that let's the imagination fly. As Norman below as added.. and i try hard not to read others' reviews, there is a lyrical feel, sound to your stanzas and consequently, have read it twice with a touch of fiddle and pipe in my mind! A special piece.. please write another like it. Christine! x

[Chris Shaw]

Thank you Em, I have written in a lyrical style before. There is one I have done, that I actually sing (not that I have a voice) but the poem just lends itself to a tune as well. Thank you for your thoughtful words. I do hope this day brings you happiness and peace.

Chris

[emmajoy]

You're welcome, Christine.

[barleygirl]

As a fan of rhythmic rhyming, I love your musical piece. I also love that you take your time telling this story & packing it with a ton of sensory details that pop. I can imagine being at a fair as I read it. I love stories that end in a mystic poof instead of being all nailed down! (((HUGS))) Fondly, Margie

[Chris Shaw]

Thank you dear Margie. That fair used to be an annual event. No longer sadly.

Chris

[Coyote Poetry]

At least a kiss received Christine. The adventures of our youth. Blessing in old age and old heart. I enjoyed the tale in the wonderful poetry.
Coyote

[Chris Shaw]

Thank you Coyote. Funny the dreams you have years later. Those memories lie dormant and come back when you least expect them.

[Coyote Poetry]

They are the Writer's and Poet's wealth. You are welcome Christine.

[Chris Shaw]

They are indeed, and I am thankful for them.

[Sharmelle's Expressions]

Well done! Another amazingly inspiring poem! I love the rhythm you have in this poem. This poem is another enjoyable poem to read keep writing!

Many Blessings, Sharmelle

[Chris Shaw]

Thank you for your kindness Sharmelle. Your review is appreciated.

Chris

[Sharmelle's Expressions]

You are more than welcome, Chris!

Many Blessings, Sharmelle