Now Blooms the Magnolia

Cherry

By Silver Spun Sand

Mon, 04 May 2015
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The hills of Provence – a landscape 
lost to me. 
 
A rambling mill with rooms and a pool –
where, each afternoon, I talked, 
ate, swam, with those passed on now, 
 
and can never go back – stand
upon the terrace – giddy 
with a sense of déjà vu.
 
And this...here...now 
you running to greet me the minute 
the sun appears from a fretwork of clouds....
 
a pair of comma butterflies cavorting
midst a custard-cupped magnolia...
 
no more than I can make this moment mine, 
will it ever come again. 
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Comments

Submitted by Rhiannonw on

I have never been there, and not likely to, now. This sounds like it is based on a lovely clear etched memory. Rhiannon

 

Submitted by Silver Spun Sand on

Good evening, Rhiannon, and yes, it is a  time most certainly etched in my mind.  It was a holiday with my daughter and her husband.  She was recouping after surgery, and the memories are bitter sweet.

So very many thanks for reading, and liking, and for your intuition;  as ever, spot onsmiley

Tina

 

Submitted by VeraClark on

Captured something irretrievable, here. Difficult to pin down a specific time in life and a moment in words with any ease, Tina, plus that gut-aching regret when you can't go back. It's expressed distinctly here.

 

Submitted by Silver Spun Sand on

Thanks for your words, Vera.  You have a knack of encapsulating emotions so beautifullysmiley

Tina