Picnic

By midgeryall

Sun, 13 Aug 2017
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Take my hand, darling

and I'll guide you.

A gingham blanket is essential

for isolation

from the elements.

Spread it

beneath an oak tree

(avoiding its roots)

- and always check for ants' nests.

 

Eat me

under the understanding sky.

I've packed tupperware

so the sandwiches

will keep.

You always said

you loved my hair in knots

so I'll lie down

betwixt the twigs and fallen leaves

feeding myself.

 

The wasps always come for the jam.

 

Our bellies full

you say, 

'Time to go home.'

Oh my love,

it was only a taste

of pork pies 

and wild air:

but a temporary affair.

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Submitted by celticman on

an intelude that's undestood, but something more, we know the score. 

 

Submitted by Tom Brown on

You might as well sit under the table and throw sand over your food. Oh and thanks, I'm near-sighted too. Extremely myopic. Must say, you poem is rather unusual!

Keep well! Tom

 

Submitted by midgeryall on

Myopic? Many thanks for taking the time to comment, but could you be more specific?

 

Submitted by Tom Brown on

Both my eyes have a prescription of +10. That means I'm extremely nearsighted I've tested it here. Without glasses I can read your (very large) font from almost 30cm and the standard font I can read only from 10cm. With one eye only, and that right in my face.

With glasses of course I see much better in fact my vision is as good as anyone's. Of course myopic means nearsighted and it is corrected with concave lenses.

In fact I do enjoy picnics and the outdoors a lot, it is all really very romantic. It's just the bugs and the ants and bees etc (and rain sometimes, and rarely, the sand).

Sorry I'm so elaborate I tend to get carried away I do like your poem a lot! Tom Brown

 

Submitted by airyfairy on

The combination of practical detail (the tree roots and the ants' nest) and what feels like bittersweet reminiscence really works.  The 'wild air' is particularly evocative.  A technicolour moment.