Sitting with you
by the River Cam.
It was raining.
We sat beneath
your black and white umbrella
and watched the swans.
How dignified they seemed.
Much like us -
standards to uphold.
Heaven forbid we’d break
the moral code, so
we merely brushed hands
and exchanged pleasantries.
Time was on our side
or so we thought.
Threw dreams in the river
as glibly as crusts to the birds
and let day follow day
whilst we’d talk of the weather.
About films we’d watched.
How we’d book up for a show,
go together … one of these nights.
So many things we might have done.
Our clandestine affair, the love
we shared but never spoke of.
Things we didn’t do are the things
I’ll most remember about you.
Comments
Bradene | November 4, 2008 - 13:16
This has a really wistful feel to it, you are so good at making the reader see and feel the things you write. Lovely one Tina. Val x
Silver Spun Sand | November 5, 2008 - 09:17
Thank you so much, Val. Glad it meant something to you.
Tina x
MistakenMagic | November 5, 2008 - 16:54
'We sat beneath
your black and white umbrella
and watched the swans.'
It's strange but I loved these lines for some reason! I think it's because the colours of the umbrella mirrorred the colours of the swans. An excellent, atmospheric piece :)
Magic xxx
Silver Spun Sand | November 5, 2008 - 17:20
Thanks Magic. Of all the many poems I have written, I have to say this is one of my favourties. Thank you for liking it too:-)
Tina xxx
Nathan Bednarek | November 5, 2008 - 23:29
'Time was on our side
or so we thought.'
This is so true for all of us, unfortunately- especially when we stop and live in moments such as the one you have so nicely captured. We stop in time, but time keeps going.
A brilliant read, well done.
Nathan.