Trees vie to give her shade...
so soft and light her tread.
Red brick, trellised walls,
hung with feathery threads
of ‘Old-Man’s Beard’,
warm to her touch;
couch-grass – dew-damp
and cool beneath her feet,
as she wends her way.
Slowly, she stoops –
ejects a snail from a lily
in its terracotta pot
on the grey, gravel path –
alongside scented stocks
which grow in abundance;
her skirt – diaphanous
in a skittish wind.
A pink hollyhock
she cups in her hand;
mirrored in her eyes –
sheer magnificence.
A brief, upward glance –
sees a sparrow flit past;
disappear in the eaves
above her room, to feed
its brood... snug amongst
the rafters. A fingernail moon
peeks over the rooftops...
like the boy at Number Five
from his window,
at the girl with the sun
in her hair, drifting, barefoot,
through his mind.
Comments
maisie | July 16, 2011 - 20:58
i'm blown away - simply beautiful!
allofit :)))))))))))))))))))
Silver Spun Sand | July 16, 2011 - 21:06
Thanks maisie for your lovely comment...allofit;-)
Tina
skinner_jennifer | July 17, 2011 - 01:05
Hi Tina,
this is so magical, almost like a cross between
Alice in Wonderland and Peter Pan.
A really stunning read.
Jenny.
Highhat | July 17, 2011 - 04:20
Your nature descriptions are a joy to read Tina. Really enjoyed this.
;)Pia
Silver Spun Sand | July 17, 2011 - 06:43
Thanks, Jenny;-) Tina
Silver Spun Sand | July 17, 2011 - 06:44
Pleased you enjoy, Pia;-) Many thanks for letting me know;-)
Tina
Cavalcaderl | July 17, 2011 - 10:45
new Silver-Spun-Sand
Wow! What a fairy tale exhuberating love poem.
Blown my mind away
with the word's you put
on paper every day.
The exoctic colours I can see
of every finger that types
from flowers to flowering seeds
names of all the bird's
And of people from sad
some good some entwined in love
now my mind is getting going
Iv'e started humming
The Anniversary song for you two
and I hope with all my heart
one of your poems
"Let's start again" comp
will sincerely win for you
toodle-loo overcast.
julie xx
Silver Spun Sand | July 17, 2011 - 10:59
Many thanks Julie for your 'exotic' comment, which is a poem in itself;-) Pleased you liked this one so much.
Thank you too, for your good wishes in the competition, and I wish you the same;-)
Toodle-loo, for now, and it's cloudy here too;-)
Tina xx
maggyvaneijk | July 17, 2011 - 16:21
wholeheartedly agree with everyone, especially Maisie, blown away by your poetry once again. You have such a delicious way with words, if I could eat your poems they would be yummy!
Silver Spun Sand | July 17, 2011 - 16:45
Thanks so much, maggy;-)
Tina
fatboy74 | July 17, 2011 - 20:16
A really, really good poem Tina. :-)
Silver Spun Sand | July 18, 2011 - 08:03
Many thanks, fb;-)
Have a good week.
Tina
the unfolding head | July 18, 2011 - 10:32
it has all been said Tina, this is great!
"sees a sparrow flit past;
disappear in the eaves
above her room, to feed
its brood... snug amongst
the rafters. A fingernail moon
peeks over the rooftops..."
just wow. love it!
Silver Spun Sand | July 18, 2011 - 11:24
tuf...much obliged to you;-) Have a good week.
Tina
MistakenMagic | July 18, 2011 - 22:46
Love that first stanza, Tina. And the ending too is just perfect - like a fade-out at the end of a film! Congrats on the cherries ;-)
Magic xxx
Silver Spun Sand | July 19, 2011 - 18:43
Thanks, Magic;-) Great to hear from you.
Tina xxx