The Nature of Things

By Silver Spun Sand

Wed, 19 Feb 2014
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Us, gazing at a cocktail of stars
the moon – lazing on her back
the fire blazing in the hearth
you – in your azure robe
a gin and tonic, and Campari
and orange, on the side
 
a shuffle of shapes and shadows;
wind – toying with the trees
the screech of branches –  overhang
the window over our bed
and you, asking how far it was
from the aloneness of one star
to the next 
 
the phone, doing its stuff; Grandma
had passed away. Me, holding you close
as you trembled as you wept, and
I thought about what you’d said, and
it should have been, but it wasn’t, only
I wish it was, all about us.
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Comments

Submitted by skinner_jennifer on

Hi Tina,

loved that second stanza, it had a haunting quality about it.

In the first stanza...there was a cosy feeling shared between two people,  that moment that only they no.

Very much enjoyed reading.

Jenny.

 

Submitted by Silver Spun Sand on

Thanks, Jenny.  More than obliged to yousmiley

Tina

 

Submitted by Bee on

Those last three lines - thought provoking. I thought it was clever how you built the scene leading up to the moment. Very easy to visualize. Lovely writing, Tina.

Bee

Submitted by Silver Spun Sand on

Many, many thanks, Bee. Your words mean a lot to me.

Tina