Before You Walk Away...

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from the ABC set Silver Spun Sand Poems

Look back at the house
we scrimped and saved for.
The curtains you made
by hand – the ones
with the crooked seams.
Straight lines – not
your forté. White spaces
glaring back at me
from the wall where
your paintings had been.

Your ‘still-life’...
with its bunch of grapes,
and apples in a wonky bowl
you swore blind was meant
to be shaped that way.
As I said before, ‘precision’
never your thing.
Our small back yard,
where that ‘surprise
bicycle’ for your birthday
stood propped against the wall.

The summerhouse we built
that blew down in a gale
we re-glazed, and put up again,
then made it ‘a first’
on the pine-clad floor.
Said, ‘We couldn’t care less
what the neighbours thought’...
except you always coloured up
when you met the folk
next door.

Our bedroom where we prayed
as one for our daughter;
pissing in the wind, but
we knew it was a long-shot.
The shower, just big enough
for two, we washed away
our pain...until tomorrow.
The lounge – the G Plan settee,
that had seen better days...
where we’d sit – talk about
our future; where, last night,
you dropped a bombshell. Blew
our world apart.

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Comments

scratch | December 11, 2011 - 23:01

Now then Silver. This gets serious, and that's because of what you have written and because of the way that you have written it.

It trundles along nicely thankyou; until one of those images of yours jumps out and grabs and then wont stop squeezing.

Bycycle propped against the wall. Summer house that blew down. Made it a first. G plan settee.

Wonderfull. I would look at the very end and consider additions - unless your intention was to leave us intrigued ;)

skinner_jennifer | December 12, 2011 - 00:23

Hi Tina,

I have a funny feeling that I know what the bombshell
was, but not that sure, is it something to do with
your daughter?

Anyway this was such a nostalgic poem, that I can
tell means a lot to you. It's good to write such
memories in poems. You do write them so well.

Thankyou for sharing.

Jenny.

Silver Spun Sand | December 12, 2011 - 10:04

Hi there, scratch;-) Many, many thanks for looking at this in such detail, and again, you may be right about the ending; hence the edit, which, I feel, still leaves room for a touch of intrigue;-)

Your advice, invaluable. Have a good week;-)

Tina

Silver Spun Sand | December 12, 2011 - 10:07

Thanks, Jenny, for reading this one, and I guess the answer to your question is, that this poem, as with any poem, is about what it means to its reader, so I guess you have to be right;-)

Pleased you enjoyed, and I hope Monday is a good one for you.

Tina

hilary west | December 12, 2011 - 17:16

Lovely memories flow like a waterfall!

Silver Spun Sand | December 12, 2011 - 17:22

Thanks so much, Hilary;-)

Tina

Highhat | December 12, 2011 - 17:59

Descriptive- the bombshell hit me too at the end- I guess I should have seen it coming..But the title really says it doesn't it!
such goodies in your shell of a poem..

;)Pia

Silver Spun Sand | December 12, 2011 - 19:37

Thanks, so very much, Pia.

Yes, you are indeed right. I thought the title did say it all. Really glad you picked up on that. You're a star;-)

Tina;-)

fatboy74 | December 12, 2011 - 22:50

Thoroughly enjoyed this one Tina and whatever the ending means, it works brilliantly. Well done. :-)

Silver Spun Sand | December 12, 2011 - 23:01

Thanks, fb;-)

Tina

seashore | December 13, 2011 - 10:52

I like that element of mystery and it works all the better for leaving the reader wondering. I suspect I will I will keep on wondering, Tina.....

Silver Spun Sand | December 13, 2011 - 11:32

Mystery and intrigue - nothing quite like it as you say, Coral;-)

Anyway, pleased you enjoyed, and I appreciate your telling me;-)

Tina x

RachelPatricia | December 13, 2011 - 11:43

Not just a selection of memories but a collection of emotions that don't half take the reader on a journey in more ways than one - this is yet another testament to your talent Tina and has left me a little speechless, as your poetry always does. Very much enjoyed :)

Rachel xx

Silver Spun Sand | December 13, 2011 - 12:44

I'm really pleased you enjoyed your 'journey', Rachel. Many thanks for your lovely comment.

By the way, I hope your Christmas tree doesn't drop too many needles. We have one this year, but it is a little 'diddy' one - all of two foot tall. We have grown it in a little pot and then brought it indoors, and hope it will be a bit larger next
year;-)

Tina xx

RachelPatricia | December 13, 2011 - 12:59

Oh Tina what a wonderful idea - I want a 'tree for life' now! I'm getting one first thing in the Spring - really is such a lovely idea that and so much better than having to watch the poor thing wither or worse still, mess around with plastic ones that end up looking like a half-bald toilet brush anyway! ;)

Rachel xx

Silver Spun Sand | December 13, 2011 - 13:22

You 'bald toilet brush' really made me smile, Rachel. Couldn't have put it better myself.
If you do get one in the Spring, a tree I mean, we can compare notes as to how they're doing. Thank you for cheering up my day;-)

Tina xx

RachelPatricia | December 13, 2011 - 16:17

Compare notes and share tips, Tina ;) (not that I have any, mind - my fingers are only a pale shade of lime and not fully green yet, I'm still a relative newbie to it all). Your comment has really cheered up my day too :)

Rachel xx

shyrewode | December 13, 2011 - 19:44

Love the intrigue at the end. A great piece of writing with wonderful imagery.

Silver Spun Sand | December 13, 2011 - 20:27

My thanks to you shyrewode...both for reading and taking the time and trouble to let me know you enjoyed;-)

Tina