Beaujolais Days

Cherry

By Silver Spun Sand

Tue, 20 May 2014
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As it so transpired, of the two of them, it was she
left on their own to think winsome thoughts
of the other; a conundrum often debated.
She always maintained she’d be first to go, but
he’d, of course, proved her wrong; cantankerous
as he’d grown in his old age. He was indeed
the fortunate one, or so she considered, all in all.
 
Straw hat tilted to shade her eyes, in the shadow
of the vine-covered veranda, she sits – glass in hand,
bottle by her side. His chair mocked her with its stillness,
and with her foot she gently rocked it. Comforting,
somehow, to hear that familiar squeak once more,
as it swung to and fro.  He was always going to fix it ...
but she was glad, now, he never did.
 
Yellowing leaves, once, pistachio-green, hang on
to the end – reluctant to fall in the breathless air, 
as marron-rouge grapes over-ripen in the late 
September heat. Scavenging wasps, tirelessly 
compete for a share of the feast – a harvest, 
long-since, ever reaped. Smacks her lips...
downs  the dregs of the wine. Smoky-pink
tamarisk wefts and weaves in a sudden breeze; 
straw hat tumbles...flutters to the ground. 
 
No sound, except the shriek of swifts, diving low
and the high-pitched whine of mosquitoes
as they jive and jostle for a coveted space
beneath the corrugated roof. She drifts to sleep
 and dreams of those heady, bygone afternoons
when he’d carry her to bed – high, on love alone.
Vine stems pendulously hang – over-burdened 
with unclaimed booty, longing to lift tortuous,
twisted limbs to soothe a bruised St. Martin’s 
summer’s sky. 
 
 
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Comments

Submitted by scratch on

Fantastic.

 

Submitted by Silver Spun Sand on

So pleased you thought so, scratchsmiley

Tina

 

Submitted by Rhiannonw on

This is very full and beautiful, Tina. I especially liked the squeak, the swifts and the mosquitoes I think. Did you have someone, and a particular place in mind, when writing this? Rhiannon

 

Submitted by Silver Spun Sand on

Interesting you should ask that question, Rhiannon.  That intuition of yours, again, I thinksmiley

It is indeed based on an intriguing  couple I briefly encountered whilst travelling in France, in the Montelimar region, some years ago now.

So pleased you enjoyed.

Tina

 

Submitted by Bee on

What pictures you paint, Tina. This is beautiful.

Bee

Submitted by Silver Spun Sand on

Bee - may the sun shine on you today,and the nectar...plentifulsmiley

Tina

 

Submitted by VeraClark on

So beautiful, TIna. Soothing to read, actually, the language has such a light touch.

 

Submitted by Silver Spun Sand on

Good morning, Vera, and thank you, so much.  Pleased you thought sosmiley

Tina

 

Submitted by skinner_jennifer on

This poem had such a layed back feel to it Tina,  I could visualize a sunny garden with nothing else to do,  but swing back and fourth and enjoy the Beaujolais and capture the fragrances, and listen to the bees and the birds song,  just dreaming away.  Zzzzzzzzz!  What a wonderful relaxed feeling this poem gave me.

Very much enjoyed.

Jenny.

 

Submitted by Silver Spun Sand on

Jenny - thank you.  You captured the mood of the poem, admirablysmiley  So pleased you enjoyed.

Tina