Of a Summer Solstice

By Silver Spun Sand

Wed, 20 Jun 2012

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It is hard to see beauty
without you around
but, this morning,
I humped my heart
across acre after acre
of ‘this green,
and pleasant land’ –
my rucksack laden
with all the memories
I could carry. Then

a sudden scuttling
of dusk reminded me
I should be heading home...
the evening air – replete,
obese with birdsong,
and the yellow
and purple scent
of oxeye daisies,
blue-eyed grass,
and rubescent
rose-rugosa.

Everywhere –
you are...
The distant hills –
their seven shades
of purple, playing
a silky-rich,
liquid-chocolate
tune on a sax.

I want you
back, whilst
I can still remember
what it felt like
to hold you, and
to hear you whispering
what used to be
my name.

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This is so, so beautiful,

Permalink Submitted by RachelPatricia on Wed, 2012-06-20 10:46

This is so, so beautiful, Tina. '...obese with birdsong' - what a wonderful line. Very much enjoyed, as always :) Rachel xx

Many thanks, Rachel. So

Permalink Submitted by Silver Spun Sand on Wed, 2012-06-20 10:59

Many thanks, Rachel. So very pleased you enjoyed and took the trouble to tell me;-) Good to hear from you. Tina

This was so calming and

Permalink Submitted by skinner_jennifer on Wed, 2012-06-20 17:06

This was so calming and medatative to read Tina. I loved the idea of the rucksack laden with all the memories you could carry. It was almost as if you were walking in your imagination and seeing the beauty around you, which I often think is better than reality itself. I could see every detail of the second stanza, too the scuttling of dusk, to the evening air - replete, obese with bird song, too the purple scent of oxeye daisies, blue-eyed grass, and rubescent rose-rugosa. What a beautiful way to spend Summer Solstice. Jenny.

I agree, Jenny. Pleased you

Permalink Submitted by Silver Spun Sand on Wed, 2012-06-20 19:00

I agree, Jenny. Pleased you enjoyed, and got exactly what was intended from this poem;-) Tina

"the evening air –

Permalink Submitted by MistakenMagic on Wed, 2012-06-20 21:48

"the evening air – replete, obese with birdsong, and the yellow and purple scent of oxeye daisies, blue-eyed grass, and rubescent rose-rugosa." - love these lines, Tina. 'obese with birdsong' - what an original image! Those last lines are just a stunning finish. Well done! Magic xxx