Waiting - a song from a poem by Mary De Ville

Mary De Ville and her husband Ken

at a Ralph McTell concert

Mary's Poem - Waiting

Waiting

I’ve been waiting and hoping and dreaming

Have been plotting and planning and scheming,

Brain pounding ‘till my senses are reeling,

Wishing you were here with me.

I’ve touched lucky charms, searched for two magpies,

Have picked up pins, watched the evening’s red skies,

In all things seeing the depth of your eyes,

Wishing you were here with me.

I’ve gone out of my way to find black cats,

Have taken pains to avoid pavements cracks,

Obsessively placed my C.D.’s in stacks,

Willing you here with me.

I’ve crossed toes and fingers and held on tight,

Have chanted mantras way into the night

And all of a sudden it all comes right,

At last you’re here with me

Mary L. de Ville

I met Mary and her husband at my favourite folk club - the Vernon Arms in Derby. Mary was reading her poems. To be honest, I didn't really understand the nature of her writing for quite a while, as her poems didn't seem much like the stuff I had studied at college.

One night I mentioned casually that one of the things she'd read out that night sounded a bit like song lyrics. She said, oh yes one of her poems had already been set to music by Terry Wood, one of the clubs resident singer/songwriters. She showed me Waiting, and I spotted its potential immediately.

As I worked at the song. It occurred to me how long we spend in life waiting for others to appreciate our love, and how others never seem to have the right kind of love for the person they love. So many of us waiting: parents for children; children for parents; wives for husbands; and so on. All waiting for the one we love to appreciate us.

The present version is a bit slow - but I was trying inject some of the longing that is there in Mary's lyrics.

Mary encourages struggling songwriter

More samples of Mary's poems:-

The Shortest Day

Light ends when it’s barely begun,

Merest hint of diluted sun,

Reflected like buttercups on chin,

Frail transience fast vanishing.

Trees stark outline against bland sky,

Echoing tones of lone bird’s cry,

Jars as a diva’s messed up notes,

To the distance fleetingly floats.

Great clods resisting every tread,

Their frostiness heavy as lead,

Firm frozen lumps of chocolate cake,

Drizzling drops will eventually break.

All darkens as the rain falls fast,

Desire to be outside has passed

Fleetingly as poor lover’s deeds,

Unfulfilling all the needs.

Out of the gloom a brightening beam

Leading away from the wintry scene,

Blessed beacon showing what’s ahead,

Quickly we hasten our tread.

ãMary L de Ville 2006

Other Half Of The Flame

You’re the other half of my flame,

With you I am complete,

Feel like I’ve conquered the universe,

The world lies at my feet.

Most profound of all life’s experiences,

It happens to very few,

Can take many lifetimes to occur,

Unknowingly takes over you.

You’re the other half of my flame,

Giving me power beyond measure,

Feelings of privileged wondrousness,

Intensity of pleasure,

Intangible force envelops me,

Inspires me to great things,

Spills into all parts of my life,

With it great insight brings.

You’re the other half of my flame,

All our tastes are the same,

Have shared similar experiences

Before together we came.

We know these ties will never break

Wherever our paths lead,

Whatever happens along the way

Our bond we’ll always need.

You’re the other half of my flame,

With you my souls at rest,

I worship you unashamedly

And feel forever blessed.

When we part a piece of me goes too,

You leave something with me,

Bound to each other in such divine

Responsibility.

You’re the other half of my flame,

Breathe fire into my heart,

To me you’re bathed in a golden light,

Our souls will never part,

Uncertainties are surrounding us,

We know not where we’ll go,

But we celebrate our great fortune,

Rejoicing in the glow.

Mary writes this about the poems above.

The Shortest Day was written while sitting on a tropical
beach in December and pondering about what I might be doing if I were
at home. Other Half of the Flame was written after hearing an
interview with a Psychic in which she said that we're all born one
half of a perfect flame and it may take many lifetimes, many
reincarnations, to find your other half and when you do you need
never be reincarnated again because your soul is then at rest.
Cheers., Mary

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