Schiehallion

Cherry

By Silver Spun Sand

Wed, 03 Sep 2014
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You came into my life like errant mist 
steals across a mackerel sky at dawn,
and pistachio green seeps into the maple –
fresh-leafed, and dogwood trees 
blush red through carmine.
 
In other words, less than poet-speak, 
you turned up at  my backdoor...looked like
you could use a square meal.  Bedraggled,
to say the least, and you weren’t exactly
what I had in mind for Crufts. Nevertheless
 
here we are...atop this hill, where blows 
a healing wind, your tread – once so soft
so light – so  laboured now, as all around
the sound of spring hastily composes
its ridiculously rampant fugue of colour. 
 
You hold my face in your gaze
for as long as you can, but weary now,
those eyes that close, over-easy 
like the shadows of clouds float 
on the warm sweet breath of this land, 
as if you sense what tomorrow brings.
 
History passes like rain, and yet,
I promise you this...
 
the next time the sun strikes this peak –
the valley – obese with bird song, 
amongst these day-worn rocks
and badgers’ sets,  you shall run to me 
again, when I call, at the place – 
shares your name.
 
Till then, in much less than poet-speak,
I shall miss you, like hell.
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Comments

Submitted by Bee on

The promise is wonderful - heartbreakingly so, and makes it all so clear. Such lovely words, Tina. Sad time.

Bee

Submitted by Silver Spun Sand on

Thanks, Bee.  Your words mean a lot.

Tina

 

Submitted by skinner_jennifer on

A loving and thoughtful poem Tina. My sensitive nature was touched by your words.

Jenny. 

 

Submitted by Silver Spun Sand on

Thanks, Jenny.  More than appreciatedsmiley

Tina

 

Submitted by Denzella on

Another heart wrenching poem so full of the love you give so generously..  Has he now gone ahead too?  His tread no longer laboured, but your heart is heavy with his loss. 

Thinking of you

Moya

 

 

Submitted by Silver Spun Sand on

Moya - thank you, so very much for what you said.  Life sure is a bitch, sometimes, but with folk in the world, like you, it makes it more than worth muddling thoughsmiley

Hope you are 'muddling through' OK. 

All the best.

Tina

 

Submitted by VeraClark on

It hurts. A stunning background, too to contrast the pain against.

 

Submitted by Silver Spun Sand on

Vera, thank you.  Stunning, the perfect word.

Tina