This one is in Scots...well parts of it is.
In the first line...'maik' refers to the old Scots 'merk'...the lowest currency in use.
Florin...is the old 'two shilling' piece.
Kisses...
If kisses cost a meagre maik,
a thoosand frae your lips I’d take
and niver coont the cost,
in apple scented breath
I’d be
forever lost.
Should kisses cost a paltry pennie
and could I not afford that many
I’d dream o’ nectar sips,
sae saft and sweet
the touch
o’ lipstick lips.
But should they cost a siller sixpence
then I’d sadly ponder, since whence
did kisses ever reach
the un-affordable
taste, o’
a silken peach ?
Alas...but they be noo a shilling
twice as dear but half sae willing
tae pleasure such,
a lowly lad as me
wha canna
afford that much.
Lord, noo they’re bartered for florin,
I rue the day that I was born
a slave tae sweetness sae,
I’ll tak the low road
tae celibate cell
and monkishness I’ll gae.
I’ve jist found oot, thay’re noo a pound
a sterling price, but if ye’ve found
they be as aince they were,
as tender saft an’ female
as I do remember...
then gie me an e-mail....
Graham...2003.
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Reviews of "Kisses"
Reviewed by Debashish Haar (Reader)
Reviewed on December 15, 2003
Very nice poetry!
Reviewed by *********** ********** (Reader)
Reviewed on December 15, 2003
I'm loving your poetry Graham....Such a lilt....you have flow down to a fine art.
I'd love to hear you speak...I love to imitate accent's.....I've always had trouble with Scots...My Grandfather was Irish so I know that one.
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I'd love to hear you speak...I love to imitate accent's.....I've always had trouble with Scots...My Grandfather was Irish so I know that one.
Great work! ty, Dani
Wanna trade hehe. I canna goo wi noo lurvin!
Ch'erie