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Audrey Dear sweet Audrey, official darling of St John The Evangelist. Flower arranger, doer of good Deeds and thoroughly good egg. A woman too Many rely on and of whom too many including The vicar expect too much. Always there in a Crisis, always willing to help, a true pillar of The community
An old fashioned girl in so many wonderful Ways. Loves her pinnies and pince-nez. Cute Little spectacles that brings a certain air to her Countenance mixing reverence and devilment With the same eyebrow pencil. A girl of two Halves, her dress tipping a wink at the 1940s Her modern heart conscious of a need to bear Witness in an increasingly secular world
A BBC Home Service/Light programme sort of Girl. A starlet from war-torn Britain reborn. Got A stack of old records and a wind-up gramophone A girl from another time right down to her fully Fashioned nylons, cotton mill turban and polka Dot pinny
Such a sweet creature, such a beautiful friend We've been stepping out these last few weeks Her husband fell ill three years ago last month And it’s been over a year now since his passing I finally got the courage up to asked her out and She accepted. Gentlest hand I ever held, a little Lost perhaps but underneath hopeful and full Of love. I like to think we’re getting closer and Next Sunday is our biggest day yet, she’s doing A roast and she asked if I’d like to help in the Kitchen?
I never knew the 1940s could be so good, so soft So sweet. War aside, street clothes, underclothes All of the softest sometimes almost invisible fabrics. I can see why her love of the era, it’s like Love itself all embracing, enveloping, sensually Sensational. A part of life itself like a kiss, one Thing leading to another and from there to a Tempting continuity of gently yielding curves Later, in the garden, with Audrey in my arms I found every reason for hope when she hinted
I reminded her of Errol Flynn...
© Joseph G Dawson
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