Pumps water
from the well,
nice and slow;
drenches his shirt –
smells of petrol
driven mowers,
cigarettes – piles
of rotting leaves.
Sweat trickles
down the back
of his neck –
makes me shiver;
doffs his cap,
as I watch him
lay the hedge
along the field;
fancy...
this afternoon
we might bruise
the dew-damp vetch –
trample down
some nettles.
Can fair taste
his skin;
tanned,
weathered;
calloused hands
that smell of tallow
and wood-smoke.
He’d call me
‘his Lily Rose’,
as close to my lips
as a man could be;
the timbre of his tone –
gritty as the floor
of a downtown dive,
and his eyes –
a mossy pool.
How I long to jump
straight in,
and then we’d lie
in the meadow,
where dogs bark,
far off; where trains
chatter past – way
in the distance,
and his name –
whispered
by thistle-down
as it blows.
Comments
seashore | January 17, 2011 - 10:37
I love this one, Tina.
Silver Spun Sand | January 17, 2011 - 10:45
Coral, thank you;-)
Tina
fatboy74 | January 17, 2011 - 11:15
This is remarkable from first to last. I love the way we come to it already started, delicate and detailed imagery to describe him is wonderful, the longing for an encounter told beautifully in a number of pretty perfectly weighted stanzas. I could go on and on...just plain brilliant, the best thing I have read on here for ages. :-)
skinner_jennifer | January 17, 2011 - 11:26
very beautiful and powerful at the same time Tina,
really enjoyed this poem.
Jenny.
Silver Spun Sand | January 17, 2011 - 11:34
fb...many thanks.
This was a poem that kind of unfolded before my eyes, if you know what I mean. So very visual, that I had to write it down. I am so very pleased you found it, more than, to your liking;-)
Tina
Silver Spun Sand | January 17, 2011 - 11:36
Jenny - I like that...'beautiful and powerful'; a bit like watching a spectacular thunderstorm;-) As always, you have quite a way with words.
Tina;-)
Deepanker Saxena | January 17, 2011 - 17:38
truly appreciable..
sooooo romantic, the essence and touch of love in every word of the poem, especially the end part, every person who is in love can visualize and feel his loved one just sitting beside and sense his/her presence..
great feelings in it.....
shoe | January 17, 2011 - 17:43
Full of yearning and fantasy, I can see the fair maiden watching her longed for lover and I love the use of scents to convey the feelings, just beautiful.
Silver Spun Sand | January 17, 2011 - 18:17
Deepanker...thank you. Your lovely comment, a 'poem' in itself;-)
Tina
Silver Spun Sand | January 17, 2011 - 18:19
Thanks, Shirley; the sense of smell, probably THE most evocative.
Pleased you enjoyed and I really appreciate your kind comment.
Tina
Beeme | January 17, 2011 - 18:42
Extremely beautiful Tina, I enjoyed greatly. Well done on the cherry- richly deserved :)
Beeme xx
Silver Spun Sand | January 17, 2011 - 18:59
Thank you, so very much Beeme;-) Glad you enjoyed.
Tina xx
_lynze_ | January 17, 2011 - 19:50
Very sweet, and i love the pace of it. Imagery reminds me of spring too, lovely. :)
Lynsey x
Geertje Jong | January 17, 2011 - 19:51
Wauw!! where can I meet this Mr Mellors?
;o Geertje
Silver Spun Sand | January 17, 2011 - 21:54
Lynsey - thank you, so very much. Your charming comment more than appreciated;-)
Tina x
Silver Spun Sand | January 17, 2011 - 21:59
Geertje - you are inspired...and I really mean that.
I wondered if anyone would pick up on 'The Lady Chatterley' connection and was even going to call the poem 'Mr. Mellors'...Oliver, I think was his first name, if my memory serves me correctly. As to whether I have found 'my Mr. Mellors', shall remain a closely guarded secret;-)
Seriously though, you certainly know your literature. Thank you, so very much. You have made my day, as they say.
Tina;-)
Cavalcaderl | January 17, 2011 - 22:21
new Silver-Spun-Sand
A little gem from beginning to end.
Called you his "Lily Rose" how nice.
I can picture it so well.
Well deserved cherry!
julie xx
SundaysChild | January 17, 2011 - 22:37
It certainly made me think of Lady Chatterley's Lover- which is a very good thing- I love that book :)
Beautiful poem- makes me long for Spring and fumblings in the woods lol. xx
Silver Spun Sand | January 18, 2011 - 08:51
Glad you enjoyed, Julie. 'Lily Rose' is a pretty name, isn't it?;-)
Tina xx
Silver Spun Sand | January 18, 2011 - 08:54
Now that's another lovely phrase, 'fumblings in the woods'...fantastic that, SundaysChild!!
I too love the book and in fact, over the years have acquired about half a dozen copies. I'm not sure how at all.
So pleased you enjoyed and thanks for telling me.
Tina xx
Highhat | January 18, 2011 - 18:52
I find the poem a bit sensual. Yes it has a good pace and great imagery.
;)Pia
Silver Spun Sand | January 18, 2011 - 19:41
Thanks so much, Pia, for reading and taking the trouble to let me know you enjoyed;-)
Tina
Geertje Jong | January 19, 2011 - 12:51
I am Dutch and when I studied English Lit. I had several D.H Lawrence books on my (extensive) reading list, But lady Chatterley was by far my favourite, just the idea of this beautiful young woman in the midst of all that coal grime and then finding the light in the woods which made it all fade away......
Silver Spun Sand | January 19, 2011 - 13:19
Yes, I've always loved it...D.H. Lawrence is certainly on my list of favourite authors.
I saw a wonderful film of it too, once, way back in the seventies which made it come to life even more.
By the way, I guessed you were Dutch. I spent quite a lot of time in Holland in the early eighties. My husband was in the oil business and used to visit Royal Dutch Shell in Den Haag extremely frequently.
I grew to love the country and especially Rockanje. I used to spend all day on the sand-dunes. Those were the days;-)
Tina
Geertje Jong | January 19, 2011 - 13:55
I saw the same film!And still se it in my minds eye, the girls with the long golden locks...
I have been living in the UK for neigh on 32 years now, but you can take the Tulip from the field though not the bulb from its roots...
I go over at least four times a year as do my children. I love my country but there is not enough space to live...I prefer the English country side.
I was brought up next to the beach, so I know what you mean when you talk about the sand dunes...
Geertje
Geertje Jong | January 19, 2011 - 13:55
I saw the same film!And still se it in my minds eye, the girls with the long golden locks...
I have been living in the UK for neigh on 32 years now, but you can take the Tulip from the field though not the bulb from its roots...
I go over at least four times a year as do my children. I love my country but there is not enough space to live...I prefer the English country side.
I was brought up next to the beach, so I know what you mean when you talk about the sand dunes...
Geertje
Silver Spun Sand | January 19, 2011 - 14:18
I think the actress's name in that film was 'Miranda Richardson'. One of the long line of Richardsons that so tragically lost one of their daughters, only relatively recently, in a skiing accident. So very sad.
Tina
Geertje Jong | January 19, 2011 - 15:16
Of course it was, I could see her face but could not put a name to it.
I know what you mean, this dynasty of brilliant actors has had some awful tragedies to deal with.
Geertje
Geertje Jong | January 19, 2011 - 15:16
Of course it was, I could see her face but could not put a name to it.
I know what you mean, this dynasty of brilliant actors has had some awful tragedies to deal with.
Geertje
Yutka | January 20, 2011 - 16:20
I enjoyed tremendously this very sexy love poem....
Yutka :)
Silver Spun Sand | January 20, 2011 - 17:34
My thanks to you, Yutka. One can't beat a 'sexy love poem' that's for sure;-)
Tina
fatboy74 | May 17, 2011 - 09:18
Wonderful, wonderful poem, I love coming back and reading this one and thought i'd say hello this time while I was here. :-)
Silver Spun Sand | May 17, 2011 - 10:05
Hi there, fb...I come back here too, quite often, so it's nice to bump into you, once in while;-)