posted on August 26, 2010 at 12:46 am

night errant

its like its 1957 or something i dont know

its nighttime its all so cozy

its all candle lit n pink

its so bedroomy

its so untouchable here

that soft serenading music

that extra touch that warm white emptiness

that loveliness those flowers gently closing down

the mind all furry all fuzzy all fury abated

slip into this my dear

oh these are the old days come back

we are comfortable comfortable beyond comfort

we have come from the future satiated

we reenter a black n white world

a world of cups of tea n gentle endless rain

its england my england remade in my own english way

the way i wanted england to be but it never was

so i made my england up

its warm n nice here in the past

no bloody sound ‘cept that fire crackling deliciously in our hearth

you n me n that little dog make um three of course

and our little fish swimming round n round

outside the sky is purple

the rain fallls in the streetlamps n in the headlights

the rain falls like rain in a novel

me and my melancholy baby

my tender little babykins

we in cottonwool here

on this autumn smoky purple night

with our marmalade with our hot chocolates

with our jarmies on

with our comfy old slippers

with our music playing from somewhere

as the rain comes down on our roof

as we sit together on the setee

as i do the crossword and you read a magazine

how we talk about the garden out there in the rain

oh you look so natural in the whitish pinkish glow

you look happy reading your magazine

thats our song playing now

thats it listen to those words

i remember yesterday like it was tomorrow

you left me a loan when i wanted to borrow

you said you would love me come what may

but what came just may be considered today

i read the rest of the newspaper

2 boys stole an ice cream at haddock head

a policeman in blackthorn found a ring missing for 2 years

wimble and marsh open their new haberdashery on the high street

local boy wins pigeon contest

bill turner-strutt to marry miss martina giddings of swansea, wales

the night moves from purple to deep mauve

oh i have a hot bath and i watch the rain on the pane

baby you come in and talk to me as i float in the tub

you suck on a throat pastille

the bathroom is peaceful

the water makes a gentle sloshing sound

its nearly thursday

we’ll sleep in

it might even snow tomorrow some one said

its nice here

so sleepy now

so safe and warm n sleepy

cuddle up

thats the way

oh your pyjamas smell nice

yes yes goodnight darling

goodnight sweetheart

yes

i love you too

yes

goodnight

aahhh

34 Responses to “nocturne”

  1. avatar
    Name | 26 August 2010 at 1:36 am #

    and then the panick of y2k. i was hoping it happened; would have given everyone pause to maybe correct the future.

  2. Kraig
    Kraig | 26 August 2010 at 2:21 am #

    I like it when it’s cozy there SK, my favorite time of year is The Fall!

    I’ve been a nocturnal being all my life and others can never understand why? Just in the blood i guess.

    Cheers!
    Kraig

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    Wiild Chiild | 26 August 2010 at 3:14 am #

    aahhh indeed…
    tonight your words soothe like a sweet lullaby
    if only life could really be so full of contentment
    and devoid of the stresses of the modern world
    I shall imagine this scene as I snuggle up under the covers tonight
    and drift off into slumber to the sound of the wind in the trees
    and the glow of the full moon in the night sky
    …zzzzzzzzzzzzz

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    BROKEN TOYS AND HEROS | 26 August 2010 at 3:27 am #

    Thank you …thank u so much for that image, those words, the senses and pictures un-folding. i really loved it SK. Thank u for sharing those moments with me, with all of us. Even though ur a million miles away…i consider u my friend, my brother. Because its not what u have done, the fame and fortune (yeah – it would be great to have some more), its the soul u bear for all to see, to read, to somehow feel a part of. A connection was made to so many of us , so many years ago (for me 1984)…u are differnt than all the rest, its not what u posses that many of us crave, no…its who u are, a little like me, a little like them, so many of them, to many to count. the mountain could have been higher-but from where u stand-its ur connection to the people that find you dear to them which helps us be who we are. Thank You.

    As Always,
    BrokenToysAndHeros
    Darrin K.

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    Elvis | 26 August 2010 at 3:39 am #

    Chucka Chucka hum…comeown Killlbee, shake a leg and make yurself a Deep Fried Peanut Butter Banana Sammich! That’ll make yurself feel much butter from yestuhday, comeown…schucka schucka awwwn. This poem made me kinda tawd today and ready go hit the hey. I really like yur stuff Killlbey, yes indeed, rock own and rock heavy!

    Love,
    Big E

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      anonymous | 26 August 2010 at 12:09 pm #

      Hey Elvis, the dead horse called, he wants you to stop beating him

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        Elvis | 27 August 2010 at 12:33 am #

        Comeown Anny…that dead horse is my best bud up here in this fluffy sky! They call him Quick Silver at the track, but I’d rathuh be in Vegas working on a T-Bone Steak a la carte goin’ to the Promised Land!

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    Freddie | 26 August 2010 at 3:49 am #

    (sigh) Ahhh..yes.
    Goodnight and sweet dreams. Seems like you’re off to a good start.
    I think I’ll read this again before turning in myself. s’nice.

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    Kristine | 26 August 2010 at 3:53 am #

    It’s the perfect English night minus the horrid little dog, ha! Dogs are all such smelly, nasty, needy creatures…

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    evilren | 26 August 2010 at 4:09 am #

    nice

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    cazziem | 26 August 2010 at 4:18 am #

    What a beautiful blog SK! Practically my ideal romantic setting and has been for over 30 yrs, just never realised the dream. Cold and dreary night with the wind howling and the rain rhythmically tapping on the windows whilst the flames in the open fire dance merrily lighting the room with a cosy orange glow. Snuggled up close just me and he feeling contented and safe.

    Ah well at least I have the rain bit right now; sadly though the gas fire just doesn’t fit the ambience!!!

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    Cecilia | 26 August 2010 at 5:43 am #

    Gorgeouser and gorgeouser…

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    baalnz | 26 August 2010 at 6:02 am #

    hey man ..ya know what i love …i love how ya pick yer quik smoke at spots …for instance…OH Goliath….lets get stoned….no one before since or after , and that includes all o f us whom youve completly spaced out and challenged to keep up the good work..has ever even come close to having said something like that …its as if you were a political cartoonist at the time……(being)…and i fucking love it!peace to you and yours kilbey steven

    …love david and lindsay..beauty day

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    Jonny Hollywood | 26 August 2010 at 6:09 am #

    goodnight sweet prince…

  13. avatar
    timetraveller | 26 August 2010 at 6:15 am #

    And then it`s all gone.

  14. avatar
    eekie | 26 August 2010 at 8:09 am #

    Sometimes we need to remember a past that never was to find the courage to wake up and face the future that is.

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    Richard | 26 August 2010 at 8:28 am #

    always strangest at home

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    princey | 26 August 2010 at 8:37 am #

    Awwww, a warm ‘n’ fuzzy read for a change, that was so nice. I’ll be reading that again and again, whenever the winter blues hit me 🙂
    Have a beautiful day sk,
    love Amanda

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    Lara | 26 August 2010 at 8:41 am #

    Funny blog, Steven of Kilbey. I grew up with very romantic ideas about Britain, which unfortunately took a beating when I moved there. Now I have a standing invitation for a fellowship in London. I do love the summers but am not sure I could make it through the winter months. I need more light and heat.

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    Lisa | 26 August 2010 at 8:53 am #

    Nice writing Steve. I like your late 1950’s England. I think we all long for that peace and serentity and simplicity to life that is so difficult to come by in our modern world.

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    Betty | 26 August 2010 at 9:47 am #

    Love this 🙂

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    Donna | 26 August 2010 at 1:16 pm #

    Wow! Nice!! You always do an amazing job at capturing moments and places, whether it’s the boardwalk, Sweden or England. Ever thought of writing a novels?

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    verdelay | 26 August 2010 at 5:03 pm #

    Hello. I like your new house. Well appointed. Elegant fixtures.

    I also like your England, your idyll. For me it’s a bit like living in the dream that someone describes to you – the details are all wrong, but the essence rings true. Of course, stripped of the actual English, these isles resemble Arcadia, albeit a somewhat shabby and ruined one.

    It is August and the Summer has long been washed away. The weather here is cruel in its temperate mildness. You must learn to love the rain and the gloom. The Danes have a concept of “cosiness” which the English lack, and they are all the more embittered for it. They prefer Stoicism to Epicurianism. The Danes are also egalitarian while the English prefer the certainties of hierarchy. I live in one of the old Burghs of the Danelaw, so I hold on to those Danish ideals.

    But there is a melancholy to the English that outshines the blinkered bluster and hard grit, a sense of a world lost, just out of reach. They decline to look one another in the eye as they pass in the street lest each sees the truth in the other. Oh Lord, our dream has ended and here we are amongst the fresh-built ruins of our collapsed hopes, our shoulder to the wind, North Sea rain lashing our faces and muddling our tears. Oh Lord, the Summer, what became of that day?

    V

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    davem | 26 August 2010 at 5:19 pm #

    It was a bit like that last night in blighty.
    Just me and my youngest – we baked a plum tart made with fruit from one of the trees in my garden.
    It’s morning and it’s still raining though. It’s been hissing down for days.

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    Thomas Thomsen | 26 August 2010 at 5:41 pm #

    Tranquility. So difficult to come by.
    Which is why I love listening to music that makes it just a little bit easier. Such as The Beach Boys 1971 ballad “Disney Girl (1957)”.

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    Melissa | 26 August 2010 at 5:47 pm #

    i’m confused..

    nocturne reminds me of a yummy Kate Bush song though 🙂

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    isolde | 26 August 2010 at 7:09 pm #

    dear Kilbottom you left out Tristan the Vet
    @
    nice to see you dropped in from the otherworld V
    @
    hear hear here on BT&H comment above

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      isolde | 26 August 2010 at 7:11 pm #

      and another thing where’s b.bon?

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    Thomas Thomsen | 26 August 2010 at 7:30 pm #

    Hmm…should’ve said “Disney Girls (1957)”.

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    Karen | 26 August 2010 at 8:55 pm #

    Jesus does or did anyone live like that? ever?
    sounds like alice in wonderland off the drugs .. bit boring it does lull your senses and make you wanna cuddle up and snuggle down under your doona though.
    my great great ( great) grandfather that came over In 1834 from England probably had a different view of the place never been there myself.
    I love tea.
    You write good Mr sk

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    lily was here | 26 August 2010 at 10:42 pm #

    And when spaghetti grew on trees. I love your england sk, purrfect on this wintry night xx

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    Cedgie | 28 August 2010 at 1:04 pm #

    as the offspring of £10 Poms (my firery redhead mum will snot ya if you call her that though!) who arrived here late 50’s… This blog played a joyous melody on my cultural heartstrings! My imagination has convinced me that her magazine was ‘the peoples friend’. He had lavender bath cubes that never quite disolve, the pyjamas smelled like sunshine but I really need to know what were ‘those flowers’??

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    hellbound heart | 28 August 2010 at 8:56 pm #

    ….cold, rain, inclement weather outside, warm and cozy and toasty by the fire…..oh man that sounds nice….

    love always…..


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