A frivolous figment of Friday fun....
In Search of Lochinvar
Over the years travelling wide and afar
Trekking life's meandering highway
Defying the ebb stemming the flow
Trekking life's meandering highway
Defying the ebb stemming the flow
Overcoming hurdles conquering the brae
Wistfully she searched high sought low
Yes, for him...her Lochinvar
Wistfully she searched high sought low
Yes, for him...her Lochinvar
Succumbing at last she wished
upon a star
Only to find sorrowful emptiness and pain
In giving her heart a problem arose
Their love for her too often they did feign
How deeply she hurt nobody knows
Not even him…her Lochinvar
Only to find sorrowful emptiness and pain
In giving her heart a problem arose
Their love for her too often they did feign
How deeply she hurt nobody knows
Not even him…her Lochinvar
Exploring endlessly it was quite
bizarre
If victorious what then would she do
Was it ever possible a life of bliss
Or with tearful eyes would she bid adieu
A doleful smile a lingering farewell kiss
Better still she could preserve him in a jar
Just him…her Lochinvar.
If victorious what then would she do
Was it ever possible a life of bliss
Or with tearful eyes would she bid adieu
A doleful smile a lingering farewell kiss
Better still she could preserve him in a jar
Just him…her Lochinvar.
Sketch and written nonsense by me....of course!
Enjoyed and makes me wonder who many of these type of 'things' have you got hidden away there!
ReplyDeleteAha! The secret is mine and mine alone to know, Margaret!! :)
DeleteIs there another poem around about young Lochinvar or am I remembering wrong? I didn't learn any such thing in school, but the name Lochinvar seems familiar.
ReplyDeleteYours is good though and nice picture.
So daring in love, and so dauntless in war,
DeleteHave ye e’er heard of gallant like young Lochinvar?
The original was by Sir Walter Scott. See this link River:-
https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poems-and-poets/poems/detail/52300
Hi River...yes...as Yorkie has pointed out, I kidnapped Lochinvar for my own devious purposes! :)
DeleteThanks for popping in! :)
An artist, poet, cook, newspaper columnist, award winning blogger, cat lover, organiser, racing driver... is there nothing that this woman cannot do?
ReplyDeleteThanks for sharing Lee.
Hey Yorkie....I know I went over the speed limit a couple of times today on my way to and from the supermarket (and dentist) - I killed two birds with one stone and returned minus one tooth - one of mine, not that of a bird - but surely that doesn't class me as a "racing driver"!
DeleteNow you'll have to excuse me because I have to start writing out my list of things I cannot do! :)
Thanks for coming by. :)
It would have to be a big jar wouldn't it. Lee this was great! Loved the prose and the sketch.
ReplyDeleteA massive jar, Annie...such a jarring note! I'm glad you enjoyed my bit of frivolity! Thanks for dropping by. :)
DeleteThere are a lot of men out there who would love to be permanently 'pickled' lol.
ReplyDeleteAnd many of them are, Delores! :) I originally wrote "pickle" but at the last minute switched it to "preserve".
DeleteThanks for coming by. :)
Thank you for sharing yet another of your talents with us!
ReplyDeleteNow I've run out, RK! Good to see you. I hope all is well with you up in your corner of the world. Thanks for coming by. It's always nice to see you. :)
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