posted on August 26, 2010 at 10:32 pm

bone idyll

in the morning it was snowing

i lay quietly watching oh baby gently dreaming

she murmured softly in her sleep

i held her hand tho she was far away

it was snowing and the flakes danced in the wind

they swirled around the bare trees in our garden

the room was warm n still

i lay there for a while feeling so contented

i watched my baby as she dreamed

i watched the swirling snow

i felt the delectable softness of our bed

i could smell babys sweet breath as she dreamed her lovely dream

her hair all tangled on the pillow

in her pink pyjamas

with her perfect skin

in our lovely old house

where we lived in my england

where there was no conflict

just a sleepy happiness

just another cup of tea and a muffin maybe

a muffin baby bought for me when she was shopping

she bought me a muffin home and she kissed me on the forehead

i got this for you she said

it was the most delicious muffin

we shared it baby didnt we

we share everything dont we

everything our house and our garden and our make believe lives

baby says oh dear steven i could never hurt you

and i believe her and i trust her and she is always  kind

baby kisses my back

baby says oh steven let me take care of you

and she makes me porridge and toast and jam

and we watch the snow together

we talk about narnia too

we both love those books

as we eat our toast and drink our tea

and what will we do today..?  i ask baby

and she points to that silly little dog we have

and so we get all rugged up nice n warm

tuck your shirt in properly she says

you’ll never stay warm with your shirt all hanging out

and she tucks it in for me

she says i’m a silly poppet

and we go out walking

in the woods

our little dog runs along happily

oh what a crisp cold day

baby your cheeks are all rosy

baby your hands are all cold

i warm them up for you

i love to hold your cold little hands, dont i?

i wear the gloves your mother made for me

here steve she said i know blue is your favourite colour

a pair of blue gloves, oh thank you i said

youre welcome she said and smiled

you and her with that same smile

i wear my blue gloves and i think of that smile

we walk through the woods together

we talk about the trees and the little brook

we talk about reynard the fox

we talk about the old black crow in the tree

we talk about christmas

i wonder what i’ll get for you this year

something really nice thats for sure

something for a cold day like this

something pretty that will suit you

when we get home you put the kettle on

another cuppa? you ask

we have some biscuits with pink and yellow icing

teddy bear biscuits oh my favourite

i clap my hands with delight

gee youre nice …! i say shyly then

am i really nice ? you ask

oh yes i say of course

really really nice…! i add

wow thanks …you say

as you dip a yellow teddy bear into your tea

and the snow starts up again outside

and the fire crackles again in the grate

and evening falls in shades of blue

i sip my tea

i watch my baby

gee i love her so much

do you really ? she says

yes baby i say


i really do

27 Responses to “idyllist”

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    kell | 27 August 2010 at 12:03 am #

    How soft & beautiful. Glad it’s snowing there now. Pisces full moon ~ time 2 be kind & dunk biscuits in tea in “the parlour”…Yes we’ll discuss Narnia, we even have a wardrobe just like that in the side room. And a Grandfather clock that chimes in the hours, where little men run up and change the hands when it’s “time” (my neighbours told me that when i was a kid, & i believed ’em).
    Make this England a reality. Take her there. Find a way ~ live the dream. Even just for 2 nights, somewhere, somehow.
    Yes the English/Irish/Scottish countryside is awaitin for me…
    Sometime, somehow…
    (But in the nowtime a camping trip in the Australian bush with a small camp-fire & billy tea is pretty timeless ~ we’re lucky to have an outdoor fire in the backyard, in a firedrum).
    If you like, can you write about when you & baby go horseriding in the park, & visit the lake with the beautiful swans? Ok, another time maybe…

    Remember “The Faraway Tree”? Trixie & Moonface? Toffee-pops (yum!) Oh, oh ‘The Wishing Chair’. The Famous Five, Worszel Gumage, great shows around when i was growing up.
    Beautiful places in the mind lead to beautiful experiences on the Earth. Oh yeah.

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    mime | 27 August 2010 at 12:18 am #

    i’m on the verge of saying something silly

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    Kraig | 27 August 2010 at 12:44 am #

    Well that story was nice and warm! I can’t wait for the fall and winter over here in the Midwest, USA…but it’s been pretty durn nice lately! Really really nice! Thanks Steve for the good warm story as i dink my cup of hot coffee here at work in the morning 🙂

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      Kraig | 27 August 2010 at 3:04 am #

      Man, listening to my iPod again today at work with all the cuts i have on it…”Tranquility” came up and was thinking about what you wrote today and yesterday…pretty cool Stevemeister! “Buffalo” is another cool one, that album reminds me of all the travels and places i’ve been to in my life, etc. I love that album “Hologram of Baal”! It Kicks Ass!!!!

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    Name | 27 August 2010 at 12:54 am #

    a nice place, not wanting for spring.

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    kell | 27 August 2010 at 12:56 am #

    Oh, just one more thing. This full moon feels to me like the track “Famine” from Unearthed.

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    BROKEN TOYS AND HEROS | 27 August 2010 at 1:11 am #

    Sk-the muffin man…very nice follow up to yesterdays piece. Your back in stride, though u never may have broken away from it. Hope u feel as content as the words u have created which flow across this vast electronic, hypnotic universe.
    Have a great day.
    As always,

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    Cecilia | 27 August 2010 at 2:15 am #

    I long for home as well, just a little bit warmer in my vision.

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    Freddie | 27 August 2010 at 2:28 am #


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    Lisa | 27 August 2010 at 3:27 am #

    This one was a bit sad for me. It takes me back to what I cherished but have no longer. The time we spent at that pink farmhouse in Suffolk. The time we had our engagement blessed at the little church in Preston St. Mary. The lovely stay at Lyme Regis with the horrific wind and rain out on The Cobb where we saw your name written in the sand. When we heard the Stranglers “Peaches” playing in that little antique store whilst looking for wedding rings. The mob of sheep we encountered at Avebury. Touring ancient sites: Glastonbury, Stonehenge, Old Sarum, Cerne Abbas Giant and his giant _ _ _ _ . When we made it to the top of Uffington White Horse and you took a piece of the eye (shhhhh!) Your obsession with how the English use their knifes and forks. Being completely drenched in Cambridge. Our time in Bath and my crash course in all things Jane Austin and our disappointing tea at Sally Lunds. All the quaint little B&B’s we stayed at along the way. We led a content and happy existence. The magic of Narnia and being introduced to the worlds of Lewis, Tolkien and Kilbey. Priceless. Revolver (Ben) some may remember from Hotel Womb. We would have celebrated his 50th this month. Rest in peace my love.

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    cazziem | 27 August 2010 at 5:50 am #

    How sweet, but then again when it comes to love and affections the good times are what make it all worthwhile

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    Shaman Ron | 27 August 2010 at 6:37 am #

    Sounds like novel poetry of the 19th century. Things which will never ever occur again since the mid-20th century…

    The world moves fast
    we are all connected
    a geometric, physical and socio-anomaly of communications
    today in which we live
    yesterday we dream
    memories are in the past
    spoken word is but the acknowledgment of thought to humans
    hence we feel
    ethereal is the birth state
    ethereal is the final state
    no spoken word
    no perceived path
    no action
    it is…
    death and life
    they are one.

    One of my favorite phrases…
    When we loose touch with the things which are simplistic from childhood,
    our souls die. Leaving nothing but a shell we call life.

    Shaman Ron

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    Elvis | 27 August 2010 at 7:06 am #

    Come-own Kill-bee, looks like u shaved yur beard there from the picture? I grew mighty fine of that there beard, Lord Have Murcy Boy, why!? About the poem, just like Mommma’s homemade cookin’…nice n warm n cozy, mmm mmmm good! Might fine, might fine indeed. I especially enjoyed the pawt of the teddy bear cookies, you wouldn’t happen to have the recipe wood yuh now? Cummon, for ole Elvis…sure wood like sum o dem good cookies now!

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      Donna | 27 August 2010 at 2:10 pm #

      Come-own, Elvis…look a bit closer! That there beard is there! Yes, indeedy!

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      anonymous | 27 August 2010 at 5:39 pm #

      elvis hick imitation on Steve’s blog, the novelty of it never gets old. Let the king rest in peace dork

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        Elvis | 28 August 2010 at 12:20 am #

        Come-own Anny, why you pickin’ on ole Elvis heyre, why not be a real manwoman and show yur true self n face me…I tawk like thus cause I’m from the Deep South, lickin the guitar alot, gonna play me a mess uh blues n shake a leg on you son! Speakin uh shake, Man, uh shake n uh cheeseburger sound reeeel good right now!

        Come-own, why u wanna play that racist term from there Dixie Land I’ll take my stand to live and die in Dixie, Away away, away where I’ll live and die in Dixie…

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    Jonny Hollywood | 27 August 2010 at 7:25 am #

    Hey SK, sorry for being a drag to you these last few blogs, I was just venting the only way I know how, I feel that one day everything will fall into place, I just wish I knew when but that’s how it happens living life by the drop hollywood style…

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      BROKEN TOYS AND HEROS | 27 August 2010 at 8:33 am #

      I always read the comments and follow-ups to all of SK’s creations and I have to say to you- I really dont think u need to apologize for the words u wrote or how u feel. If u are being true to ur self, this to will pass. Ur life has now changed with a dear passing of a loved one. The time to reflect and mourn is only at its true beginning stage. Like SK, i lost my father many years ago when i know i needed him the most. I think about him everyday. As u will think about ur mother also. I do not know u or ur life, but i would take a gamble and say that u loved her dearly and she loved u the same. One day everything may as well fall into place, but u and i know that the next day, all the pieces get jumbled up again. If u can do something each day that brings a smile to ur face or that of anyone near and dear to u, than that is a good day by my calculations. I know it isnt much, but sometimes it will have to do-in this chaotic world of ours. Take care and try and be strong , i kno that better times are ahead for u and hopefully for all of us, including our moderator- SK.

      As Always,
      Darrin K. – Chicago

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      thetimebeing | 27 August 2010 at 11:46 am #

      youre always welcome to write here

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      Elvis | 27 August 2010 at 3:12 pm #

      Come-own Jonny, yuh nevvuh a drag own anyone here son! Just shake a leg an gettuh rockin’ with dem there drop dead hollywood night moves and you’ll be onto Rockin’ in no time like ole Elvis & SK here!

      Go Go, Go Johnny Go Go Go, Johnny B Good! Jonny Be Good Tonight!

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    princey | 27 August 2010 at 8:46 am #

    Yeah, I really do hope you’re as content with your life as in this make-believe one. It makes me smile when you’re a happy being 🙂
    The choccy covered Teddy Bear biscuits are a favourite around here (and my “winter coat” is kinda showing it at the moment! haha)
    Enjoy your day,
    love Amanda

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    Donna | 27 August 2010 at 1:58 pm #

    Like a valentine. I love all the little details…I feel the cold, I feel the fire, I feel the warmth. So colorful and pretty. (sigh!) To be in love…!

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    verdelay | 27 August 2010 at 5:08 pm #

    Why do I get this creeping sensation that something monstrous is about to be unleashed?

    The British Empire, hurricane of the nineteenth century, lashed at the world and sucked up its riches, while back in Albion, in the Vale of Belvoir or the Somerset Levels, a gentle yellow calm sighed and settled.

    For some at least. The Norman Heirs took their tea and took their time, while the peasantry hammered out tattoos on iron anvils.

    Peace at last in the village. The tides of old ebb and flow. Green man stares down the chilly nave. The yew trees dream of Agincourt. Peter rabbit returns to his copse. The winter morris warms up, sharpening their beaks.

    And all the while gentle, gentle. Gentle penetration, gentle extraction, gentle consummation.

    Wilfred and his chums sign up in the summertime. Gentlemen of the shire, your hour is nigh.

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    michelle | 27 August 2010 at 5:24 pm #


    i was thinking of you and all that’s happening and so i tuned in to read your bloggy and see how you are travelling.
    it’s kinda voyeuristic i know, but you’re putting it out there and there aren’t so many urban poets to choose from anyhow.
    so, nice rather than actuality

    i send you healing vibes


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    Wilfred Paradise | 27 August 2010 at 9:41 pm #

    An interlude for the busy. Miss the street videos. miss the live music. songs were meant to be sung, just ask Bob. Man, man, you’re only 57 and there’s so much more, unless you freak out, of course. Maybe a bran muffin would be better?

    Looking forward to everything that’s coming from Kilbey, the right half of yer brain, the right half, God bless the right half.

    hear, here, ah, ah, om, om. Wilfred

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    hellbound heart | 28 August 2010 at 9:01 pm #

    perfection that never was…
    …..and an unseen hand shakes the snow globe and the flakes flurry outside your cottage window afresh….

    love always……

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