Anchored

By amlee

Sun, 11 Aug 2013

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4 comments

Do you recall, as I
our solo sailing days
the drifting, roaming aimless
untethered, unobliged, clutching
supposed liberties in our nuances
indulging our peculiarities
of passing peeves or pet fancies
coolly walking, not running
out of tight corners, dry smiled
but harbouring a moist, custardy heart?

Can you remember, as I

the single corner tables

the front-of-shop barstools

with a back to whispering masses

the staring hordes hard looking

but wordlessly probing our mystery?

Landlocked and excavated

of your unspoken, private vices

had you too inwardly blushed at

unwanted trade, improbable advances

then retired to hot thoughts in cold sheets

flushed, yet shivering in a forever winter

half regretting sobriety and overcaution

to kick then through the night, alone

at scratchy blankets and dream

of unchartered streams

and measuring fish that got away?

Who could have charted

the uncalculated collision

of our voided vessel hearts?

What undercover currents

could cause a midnight conversion

to change our rivers' coursing?

So ends our endless unmoorings

beneath a warm walnut arbour

with soft willow's silken swishing

souls mirror their restless other

as stars stop at their fated gazers.

Suddenly our dread-long dry beds

are again swells teeming with dreaming.

Then red kites dance daring, dipping

to kiss carousing catfish

and whole families of fowl uncountable

gather in eddies to echo

the burgeoned, unnumbered blessings

of our unexpected anchoring.

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NIce one, kept the metaphors

Permalink Submitted by paborama on Mon, 2013-08-12 15:33

Nice one, kept the metaphors in line throughout. Really liked 'Moist, custardy heart' (did you know the French say someone who easily falls in love has an artichoke heart?) :-)

The sounds and swells of

Permalink Submitted by VeraClark on Mon, 2013-08-12 16:53

The sounds and swells of assonance, plus the unique use of language are bewitching. A delight on the tongue.

Oh my. Thank you Tony and

Permalink Submitted by amlee on Mon, 2013-08-12 20:46

Oh my. Thank you Tony and editors for the honour, and Paborama and Vera for kind comments! Very chuffed! : )

Andrée