Musings on my Muse

By Silver Spun Sand

Fri, 21 Mar 2014
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Watch you as you sleep; arms
akimbo...like branches
of a cherry-tree. 
 
Times like these, I ache to tell you
things – secrets about myself
I’m yet to confess.
 
Like petals of a rose – pressed
between Deuteronomy and Joshua
remnants of a lost love...
 
my first milk-tooth – lost 
to a toffee – now brisling in
a matchbox.
 
How your breath falls warm
on my chest, how I count
the freckles on your cheeks;
 
constellations – uncharted,
no matter how far apart we get
they draw us together again.
 
How the beat of your heart
is the sweetest sound...even when,
like now, the stars sing.
 
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Comments

Submitted by Bee on

How perfect is this in every detail right down to counting freckles. I wanted to pick lines out as favourites, but it all is.

Bee

Submitted by Silver Spun Sand on

Thanks, Bee.  Pleased you liked.

Tina

 

Submitted by Starfish Girl on

That last verse is fantastic.

You have put so much feeling into it.

Lovely

Lindy

Submitted by Silver Spun Sand on

Lindy - your kind words, appreciatedsmiley

Tina

 

Submitted by VeraClark on

It's a delight, Tina. The tooth got me. Made me want to hunt my own mishapen one out and shout down childhood. 

 

Submitted by Silver Spun Sand on

My first two trophies were my front teeth, that I had to have out at the age of three, would you believe. They came through decayed, probably because my parents fed me sugar sandwiches (bubby sugar) as they were called in those days. The actual extraction I can still remember to this day. My aunt worked as a dental  assistant in Whittington Hospital in North London, and arranged for me to have them out there.  My memories are of a giant, foul-smelling tea-strainer being rammed over my mouth and nose, and being given a giant black 'toffee' which they shoved into my mouth, presumably to stop my teeth clamping together.  Consequently,  'All I want for Christmas is my two front teeth...' became my favourite song for the next five years.  

But, I digress, many thanks for your lovely words, Vera...a joy in themselves.

Tinasmiley