The Lavender Rocker

Cherry

By Silver Spun Sand

Sat, 12 Sep 2015
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She outbid me at auction –
the girl in a beat-up, green, 
MGB GT;
 
a French bergère affair; cane seat – 
shiny rosewood rockers, with gold
and silver finials and hand-carved back.
 
Not a chance of shifting it in her car
so, I offered mine, and in her tiny,
basement flat, helped her paint it, 
a paler shade of purple. 
 
Problem was, when it rocked to
and fro, it kind of squeaked. Promised 
to oil it – except I never did.
 
And tonight, on an evening, softer
than a moth’s kiss on a brink-pink rose... 
the rain, thrumming a largo beat
on a weeping window-pane, 
 
I smell her hair, taste her skin, 
and all because of a lavender chair – 
once played its own sweet tune to the song 
that was us, became an elegy 
to once-upon-a-time.
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Submitted by Denzella on

Tina,

How do you come up with descriptions like 'softer than a moth’s kiss on a brink-pink rose... '?  Wonderful!

Moya

 

Submitted by Silver Spun Sand on

Well, good morning, Moya....as you breeze in like a breath of fresh airsmiley

My sincere thanks to you for dropping by and I'm so pleased this one caught your eye.  Speaking of 'brink pink' it really IS a bona fide colour, or so Wiki says.  Fantastic name though, isn't it? 

Hope you're OK, and coping.  I think of you a lot.

Tina

 

 

Submitted by Deliberately Ev... on

I love your descriptions. They are so unusual. I so enjoy reading your poems.

The beat of your heart is the mellifluent rhythm to my soul.

Submitted by Silver Spun Sand on

Ditto, Aesmiley