The Writer/Poet is simply reflecting on his days as a struggling artist in New York City. He was actually knocking on doors for opportunities which never came his way and thus the lament. The artist simply wishes to feel completely at home some where on this earth, where he would be accepted for his own worth.
This is a poem about a love that's magical and powerful. It interwines nature and love together. I hope you enjoy it.Sny feedback is great :) thank you.
I'm the writer of this poem and own it's copyright.
this poem is written for a woman that felt as if the man never loved her enough or she married her for other reasons
"A three day millionaire" was a trawlerman who returned to shore after three weeks away in the deep sea fishing grounds of the Arctic Circle He had three week wages to spend in three day before setting sail again.
Kirkella is a very smart residential area/village on the outskirts of Hull, home of the trawler owners of the past.
Brothel creepers are footwear worn by teddy boys, a fashion of the 50's, it was said that some trawler hands had as many as 30 hand made suits that they ordered on shore leave. Elvis Presley was considered a teddy boy and Bill Haley. Can you imagine a city were hundreds iof young men had three weeks wages to spend in three days? It was like the Klondyke.
A deckie learner was a name given to a young lad, straight from school on his first trip.
A nipper is a child. Ran tan is beer/night out/good time.
The was originally a folk song by the Waterstones , (SEE YOUTUBE) I like the poem best.
MIKE WATERSON died last year.
Written after a walk in the old town, past the home of William Wilberforce, the man who did so much to abolish slavery, and down the old cobbled High Street to the pier head. Over 6,000 men sailed past this point and never returned again, from the deep sea fishing grounds around Iceland.