I believe the time has arrived for me to divulge this week's Ode, as delivered to me earlier by our absent Bard-in-Residence...
In Absentia – the Bard’s away on a Saturday night date.
First dates aren’t always so sweet
The tensions of “how do you do?”
And “what do you like to eat?”
A tailcock to imbibe, four or two
Then after some AB chatter time it gets easier to talk,
Laughing and learning that little bit more
Nervously holding hands while you walk,
Around the Castle Moat, Croc at his door
Feeling romantic sparks as you share that look
Scared and nervous about the very first kiss,
Doesn’t matter whether you are ravenglass or Lady A, eighteen or fifty
Waiting for the pregnant pause; leaning in passionately for this,
There’s nothing more magical than the first one
LIK’s fireworks erupting above our hearts,
Pulling back to see her lovely nungate-like face
So happy for both of us to share this edgy start,
At the end of the date, when walking to the Castle door
Hoping and praying for just one more,
A goodnight sloopy kiss and a warm embrace
Sends the Bard to his stable home with a reddened glow on his face
DTC