December Late Afternoon

By Silver Spun Sand

Mon, 08 Dec 2014
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When the words I should have said
would come to haunt me
in my darkest hour I tell myself
I’ll see you again.
 
The sun sets over the birches –
pencil-sketched on a gun-metal sky
her face – an open book of days,
and nights...chapters, where –
through a tear  in a blue, shot-silk,
shimmering sari, a waning moon
shyly peeps through..
 
A CD on repeat;  neglected,
all others – gathering dust;
I’ll See You Again, ricochets 
off lathe and plaster walls – feels
a hand on her shoulder – a mobile rings.  
Redundant the reply, “I’ll go fetch him,” 
even though, he’s only slipped away 
to that other room.
 
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Silver Spun Sand Poems
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Comments

Submitted by Rhiannonw on

The sun sets over the birches –
pencil-sketched on a gun-metal sky
that's lovely and fits the beautiful picture so well. Such evenings are times for memories and longing. regards, Rhiannon
[ricochets  of lathe and plaster walls – should that be 'off'?]

 

Submitted by Silver Spun Sand on

Many thanks, Rhiannon...not only for that eagle eye of yours...the case of the 'f' that got away, but for sharing your thoughts, inspired, as ever.

Tinasmiley

 

Submitted by Philip Sidney on

A beautiful description of the sky and a feeling of aloneness rather than lonilness.  There's a sort of circluar structure here, I return to the first stanza once reading the last to get further meanings, the sense of regret, this mirrors the ideas of the song on repeat.  Clever.

Submitted by Silver Spun Sand on

Thank you, Philip, pleased you thought so smiley

Tina