![]() Are you going to Scarborough Fair?A Poem by Jeremy BakerAre you going to Scarborough Fair? Time to move on, methinks, merrily and without melancholy. The memories that remain, you can keep. So much gospel truth now turns and tears apart the origins of my life. Parsely, sage, rosemary & thyme If there were a remedy, antidote or treatment for you, I would not ingest it. You are poisonous, venomous like the taipan, though it is guided by instinct for survival; you seek to soil and profane and contaminate. Remember me to the one who lived there My mother died too soon in life, but only now am I glad. She fled and escaped what we must endure. I wish I had died with her. No. I take that back: I wish you had died instead. She once was a true love of mine My mother knew and lived love; you lied. My longing was to be a young version of you, a good son, to make you proud, always your boy. That can never be now - how does one excise their parentage? I am fatherless, fearful and frightened of the future. © 2011 Jeremy BakerAuthor's Note
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Added on November 25, 2011Last Updated on November 25, 2011 Author![]() Jeremy BakerBusselton, South West, AustraliaAboutI'm a former English & Literature teacher who has always enjoyed the magic, power and simple romance of words well written. My favourite writers include Pablo Neruda, Liam O'Flaherty, Anthony Eaton.. more..Writing
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