Endymion - Revisited

Cherry

By Silver Spun Sand

Wed, 15 Jan 2014
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9 comments
 
At the edge of the canvas,
his hand poised – he stopped
and half remembered.  
 
She was looking up at him,
again, through the tangle
of long grasses...
her fingers – toying
with the daisy chain
around her neck
 
as the wind ruffled her dress
showing just a hint
of a stocking top
and his heart raced, as then,
catching a glimpse
of cream Breton lace.
 
Her voice – stolen 
by the wind, as he caught
her saying not to bore her 
with small-talk, unless it meant
he’d take her away from this place.  
 
Hair – the colour of thunder –
wild as the bell-vine;
eyes, rich, deep, dark, like 
the promise of blackberry wine –
 
his fingers exploring
the pale valley of her thighs
and his tongue hungered for
just another taste of her honey
dipped breasts. 
 
And all the while,
he’d ignored the moon – white 
on that summer’s afternoon
already pacing; all he saw
was her rise and her fall, 
 
and now, how could he paint
the shimmering sweat she wore
when she’d ridden him,
good, long, and hard ?
 
And as if she could read
his mind, as his brush,
clinked in its tin...
 
Give me wings, she said, 
and watch me fly.
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Silver Spun Sand Poems
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Comments

Submitted by Silver Spun Sand on

Thanks, Stan...and I agree with yousmiley

Tina

 

Submitted by Richard L. Prov... on

Love it, Tina. And the richness of your phrases---   her voice stolen by the wind / the colour of thunder.

Richard L. Provencher

Submitted by Silver Spun Sand on

Thanks, Richard.  So pleased you enjoyed, and took the trouble to tell mesmiley

Tina

 

Submitted by Mark Heathcote on

Your muse was on a roll here some really beautiful lines love it all...

Mark Heathcote

Submitted by Silver Spun Sand on

Strangely enough, Mark...'The Muse' was its original title. Pleased you liked.

Your thoughts, more than appreciated.

Tina

 

Submitted by skinner_jennifer on

This poem sent shivers through me as I read Tina.  So full of lust and love.  I agree with Mark,  your muse was definitely on a roll.

I also felt it was one of those poems that needs to be read out loud,  to get the full richness of it.

Brilliant.

Jenny.

 

Submitted by Silver Spun Sand on

Thanks, Jenny.  I did read it out loud to my other half, and he seemed to enjoy it, to say the leastsmiley

Hope you have a great weekend.

Tina

 

Submitted by Parson Thru on

Beautiful Tina.  What an eye you have. 

I wondered about "clinked".  Seems not to fit the soft mood.  Just a thought. x

Parson Thru

Submitted by Silver Spun Sand on

Hi, PTsmiley  Many thanks for reading, and for giving it so much thought.  As for the 'clink', in a way I'm really pleased you noticed that.  No it doesn't fit the soft mood, but then being doomed to an eternity of sleep doesn't sound that much fun either, although the lady (Selene, as I think she was called) was all set to have a ball...At the last count, so Greekfrown mythology reckons, they have 55 kidsindecisionCan't imagine what the bill is when she takes them all to Clarkes for their summer sandals.

Hope your weekend is a peaceful one.

Tina