Poem -

Essence

these are a few of my recollections of her ..

She smelled, almost of sunlight,
of saffron, of rain,
of sacred temples and of cathedrals ..

Yet she tasted of blueberries,
of sake, Egyptian cotton and coffee
and so very many other things besides ..

Including those sacred, freshwater
rockpools, our forefathers
once used to hunt and to bathe in ..

And boy, she could move, like all those
wild animals could move, once painted
by them, in red clay, on blue rock cave walls ..

Once she felt happy, like being wrapped
in summer, in winter before the feasting
began, amid the dancing and the downpours ..

She sounded back then, I imagine, like a
prayer, or a poem might sound, suspended in
amber and even today, I adore the essence of her ..

 

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Jac Tales

It must have been a precious and warm love. Beautiful Verse. 

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Neville

Indeed, it was .. thank you kindly JP .. Neville 

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sparrowsong

Hello Nev...

Where did she go?

Why did you have to let her go?

​Beautiful write!

Thank you for sharing...

sparrowsong

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Neville

because she died .. 

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sparrowsong

Hello Nev...

I'm so sorry for your loss...

That kind of love runs real deep...

Thank you for sharing...

sparrowsong

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Neville

Thanks for showing an interest 

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Marion

A really lovely write Nev, memories can be the most hurtful things... almost like a punishment on top of great loss ..hugs X

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Neville

You got it M .. thank you for that .. Neville x

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