Loch Awe, the bees, buzzing in the heather,
the way you squealed and ran away
whenever one deigned to invade your space.
The way the wine dribbled down the bottle
and you wiped it with your hand –
licked your fingers as it drizzled down your chin
and how profusely my mouth watered.
The picnic basket
with its red and white checked lining,
the plastic knives and forks
you thought were tacky.
You’d expected more from Selfridges,
you said.
The purple skirt you were wearing. Beneath its hem,
a petticoat of Breton lace, coyly peeping –
the look of resignation on your face, when the wind
blew the serviettes into the burn
and the way your eyes
mirrored the effervescence of the water
and your hand, cupped your mouth,
the zillionth time you laughed out-loud.
Shoes, discarded – a splash of crimson varnish,
as you waded, barefoot, in a vain attempt of salvage.
How your thighs were my cushions of ivory silk-velvet –
our serenade – the mewl of a buzzard to its mate.
The thirteen tiny buttons
made from mother-of-pearl,
on your crepe-de-chine chemise.
But more, much more than these,
it was the impropriety, the forbiddenness of it all.
I remember.
Comments
Silver Spun Sand | November 30, 2008 - 17:22
Thanks for that, Val. Much appreciated.
Tina x
Bradene | November 30, 2008 - 17:42
Some really smashing images here Tina. Lovely poem. Val x
MistakenMagic | November 30, 2008 - 18:27
This poem paints such a vivid picture - I can see it all in my head now! I can even hear the splash of the water. Atmospheric poem, Tina :)
Magic xxx
tamara (not verified) | November 30, 2008 - 23:28
Truly lovely as always.Lynne.x
Silver Spun Sand | December 1, 2008 - 12:43
Tamara - thank you. By the way, it's nice to see you posting again:-)
Tina x
Silver Spun Sand | December 1, 2008 - 12:45
Magic - speaking of painting, I have just dusted off my brushes and plan to do a spot today, strangely enough. I do love it, but I am absolute rubbish:-)
Glad you enjoyed it.
Tina
littleditty | December 1, 2008 - 21:36
Tina - this is painting with words, a complete scene sensual and alive in techniquecolour :) you are so good at this! I wish i had my brushes and paints as i am inspired, i'll have to wait tho - gave them to an addict recently and told him he was an artist, and never to forget it - lovely painting Tina, enjoyed xx
pinkpiggles | December 1, 2008 - 22:01
I really like the repetition of the red in all its different forms, and the sense of forbiddenness about it all is brilliantly implicit. In fact, so implicit it makes me wonder whether you could do away with stating it at the end. I like the idea of ending on buttons, and all of the possibilities that brings with it: opening them, keeping them shut, popping them..
Really beautiful images though, and works so well already. A real moment in time captured, and I would agree that it reads like a painting. A very tasty painting! ;o)
pp xx
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Silver Spun Sand | December 2, 2008 - 19:11
ld ... somehow I thought you might like this one:-) I'm really chuffed that you did and thank you so very much for letting me know you enjoyed it.
Tina x
Silver Spun Sand | December 2, 2008 - 19:16
pp - thanks so much. You obviously read my poem in some depth and it was really strange that you mentioned the ending. I thought long and hard about it. Edited it loads of times omitting 'forbiddenness' putting it back in, etc. etc. It may very well be that I do omit it in the end and so your comment was more than helfpul and I appreciate it greatly.
So glad you enjoyed it:-)
Tina xx