Only the Call

- a rondel by  Dave McClure

Only the call of a costermonger
turned her around in the lonely street
from the press of gloom she feared to meet.
Words he'd said and the look he'd flung her
banished forever the times he'd rung her
saying she made his life complete.
Only the call of a costermonger
turned her around. In the lonely street,
something of pain, of pride, of hunger
made of his voice a rod to beat
out of her mind thoughts of defeat,
leaving her lighter, strangely younger.
Only the call of a costermonger
turned her around in the lonely street.

                  "Seachild"  © 2002

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Dave McClure is a poet who has studied and perfected many of the older forms of poetry, those which the bulk of modern "living" poets have mostly forgotten.  He was born and reared in Ayr, Scotland, the hometown of Scotland's famous poet, Robert Burns.  By profession Dave works as an engineer and resides in Malvern, England with his wife and their two children.  You may read more selections of Dave McClure's poetry at his personal website C_Change

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