Spring
By Kilb50
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Our neighbour died
and the night turned warm.
A tissue of earth she flew
to her rightful place.
Her heating was fixed high -
it seeped through our walls -
fed seed and winter sprigs
at our gate, hatched the
mayfly's eggs in a womb of
warm water - the swarm cast out
into glittering darkness.
Daffodils emerged - those
periscopes of the dead -
filling our garden with perfumes
of the afterlife. Our neighbour's
ghost shook me awake,
her white hair brushed high
like an ivory tower.
The heat from her was intense -
you threw back the sheet
like an angry bud unfolding -
and the ghost lay beside you,
silent and still in her long robes
on our bed.
I got up - I could take no more -
stood in the garden a while
sweat-driven by Spring's radiance,
drew warm water from the outside
tap, sank cups of it, peeked
through her window, the mirrors
steamed, the floorboards bright
and crisp, nature's kiss feeling
its way along pipes, gables,
eaves. She sat in her chair.
She opened her eyes - mouthed
a sad farewell. I watched her fizz
across the sky, leaving the empty vessel
with its ivory hairpiece behind.
You woke then and called for me,
amorous for my new scent...our
lovemaking infused by a neighbour's
parting gift.
We fell asleep in winter, woke
on the first day of Spring.
A crocus untwists, a blossom
casts its spell. The sun got up.
She was taken away.
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Enjoyed reading this Kilb50
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Amazing stuff,kib...a poem
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That's a proper poetry comp
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I met Julia Copus a while
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It certainly is Kilb; I had
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I've just discovered that
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