She Was ...

This is beautiful Tina. You know I love my nature and colour imagery so this poem was delicious! My favourite stanza;

'She was the Californian lilac, sweeping low,
with its bounty of vermilion and mazarine blue.
She was her cat, called Eddy and the sweet
heady perfume of gardenia in its terracotta pot.'

But also loved the final stanza.

Breath-taking!

Magic xxx

I must admit, dear Magic, I did think you might perhaps like this one. I hope your botany studies are coming along well!

Thanks for reading:-)

Tina xxx

This is beautiful, so evocative, very vivid 'mind-pictures' created with your words.

My only quibbles are 1) the tenses in stanza three - past tense, then 'abounds' on the end dooesn't sit right.

And 2) 'her cat, called Eddy, and' - needs that second comma, since the 'called Eddy' is an aside.

J x

Thanks so much for that, Jennifer. Your expert eye doesn't miss a trick.

Glad you enjoyed it.

T X

Yes, sorry, English teacher - just wanted it to be perfect!

But heavens, don't thank me publicly for an 'edit', makes me seem frightfully grand, rather than just a nitpick!

J x

Lovely imagery SSS.....

Beautiful, Tina. Have you been out and bought another painting? This is like a painting! The colours jump from the prose as if the ink were drawn from a pallet. Your eye for detail, colour and imagery form an enviable alliance with your pen. An obvious choice for a cherry. Thanks!

Chris X

Jennifer, you have no idea, how I value yours, or anybody's nitpick:-)

When I began writing 'seriously' I found I had forgotten every bit of punctuation and grammar that I had ever learned. I am still learning, and I hope I shall always continue so to do. But only with the help of people like yourself.

T X

Chuck, I much value your words. Thank you for them.

Tina

An awesome write! Congrats!

Chris, your sixth sense has been working overtime, again:-) How do you do it?

But no, I didn't go out and buy another painting, not this time, although you are almost right ... I just closed my eyes and thought about my late daughter and her love of music, her piano, her animals, and her garden.

When her marriage broke up in the final year of her life, she was forced to sell the house with the garden that she adored. She could only manage a flat by now and the loss of her garden was devastating. She also had to find another home for her cat, Eddy.

Fortunately, her then, next door neighbour 'adopted' him, so at least the garden he loved is still where he roams.

Thank you for reading and your kind words.

Tina X

Thank you, so very much for reading and taking the time and trouble to let me know you liked what your read.

It's nearly the weekend. I hope you have a good one:-)

Tina

Thank you, Tina, I feel exactly the same - it is soooo hard to punctuate your own writing, so much easier to do it for someone else!!! I too am glad when people point out how I can improve as a writer!

J x

This poem triggers all my senses. I can smell all the plants, see all the colours, feel all the textures, hear all the gentle sounds and taste the sweet air that comes with the breeze of each stanza.

Your poetry really is alive. Beautiful, well done.

Nathan.

Dear Nathan, your lovely comment is a poem in its own right. Thank you so much.

Tina x