Their bodies lie entwined
by black-leaded stove;
the fire’s topaz glow
so cruelly belying
the imminent parting
cinereous-winged morning
will inevitably bring.
As the kindling crackles
a spark flies, so settles
on an ancient Turkish rug –
unseen it lies, smoulders
and so dies. Separation
does not wait its hour.
Tomorrow’s tears
burn behind their eyes,
tomorrow’s goodbyes,
in silence spoken,
will echo round the quayside
at dawn, to vie with kisses
tossed to the wind.
He pours a glass of wine –
she drinks him in, and takes
from the hearth
a charcoal twig...draws
the line of his shadow
as, softly, it falls, black
on gold, on fire-lit wall...
his funny, button nose –
those Rodin lips
that dimpled chin,
the slope of his shoulders;
in the weeks and months to come,
in her loneliness and longing, this
would keep her warm.
Comments
ScoZen | April 18, 2011 - 18:44
Ohh, Sandlady how romantic, this is lovely.
Silver Spun Sand | April 18, 2011 - 18:46
Hi there, ScoZen. I must say, I am feeling in a somewhat 'romantic mood' this evening. Must be those Loch Fyne oysters I had for my tea;-) Pleased you enjoyed.
Sandlady;-)
skinner_jennifer | April 18, 2011 - 19:19
Hi Tina,
Ooooooooooh! this is lovely, I love the idea of the
turkish rug, a couple enjoying their evening, just
the two of them, not worrying about tomorrow, just
concentrating on the moment. Like ScoZen said very
romantic, and such a warm, exotic picture you have
painted with words.
Beautiful!
Jenny.
Silver Spun Sand | April 18, 2011 - 20:39
Many thanks for reading, Jenny. Glad you liked;-)
Tina
Overthetop1 | April 19, 2011 - 07:42
Really lovely Tina. I like the mix between poignant and romantic.
Silver Spun Sand | April 19, 2011 - 07:45
So pleased you enjoyed reading this, OTT. Hope you have a sunny day;-)
Tina
seashore | April 19, 2011 - 07:47
I think `romance' is poignant and you've captured this so well, Tina.
Silver Spun Sand | April 19, 2011 - 09:39
Many thanks, Coral;-)
Tina
rjnewlyn | April 19, 2011 - 22:24
Yes, I don't think you can get proper romance on the page without pain/transience lurking in the background. Very good.
Did you mean 'lie' rather than 'lay' in the first line (I got slightly muddled with the tenses)?
Rob
seashore | April 20, 2011 - 05:13
Glad to see you got a cherry for this - well deserved Tina. There seems to be a bit of a story take-over on Abc at the moment, have you noticed??
Coral
Silver Spun Sand | April 20, 2011 - 06:55
Rob - many thanks;-) Pleased you enjoyed and 'lie' it most certainly should have been.
Your eagle eye, more than appreciated;-)
Tina
Silver Spun Sand | April 20, 2011 - 06:59
Many thanks, Coral. Great minds...and all that,
if you know what I mean;-)
Tina
seashore | April 20, 2011 - 09:29
Glad it's not just me, Tina...if I had the courage I would put something in the forum but I don't - though you never know....
insertponceyfre... | April 20, 2011 - 11:15
this is lovely tina!
Silver Spun Sand | April 20, 2011 - 14:28
Definitely not just you, Coral;-)
Silver Spun Sand | April 20, 2011 - 14:29
Many thanks, insert;-) Tina
MistakenMagic | April 21, 2011 - 12:11
"she drinks him in, and takes
from the hearth
a charcoal twig...draws
the line of his shadow
as, softly, it falls, black
on gold, on fire-lit wall..."
- Love these lines, Tina! The imagery of the last two stanzas is absolutely breath-taking, and deliciously sensual ;) Well done!
Magic xxx
fatboy74 | April 28, 2011 - 19:58
That is really wonderful Tina - just beautiful language. :-)
Silver Spun Sand | April 29, 2011 - 12:17
I can see you are catching up on all your reading, and I'm so pleased you found time to read this one, and that you enjoyed. Many thanks;-)
Tina
Silver Spun Sand | April 29, 2011 - 12:18
Thanks, so much, Magic. Sorry I was so late getting back to you, but have only just noticed...what with royal weddings and the like;-)
Tina xxx