Day 8 Scent

8th Oct 2019

Carrying on with the poem a day through October. 

Today's prompt is "scent".


Grass

Early May morning,
Soft new- mown downs spongy underfoot,
Shafts of yellow dancing on sea,
Cotton wool clouds dotted in blue expanse,
Slight breeze, adds salty mist
To grassy reminiscences:
I wake up in Irish cottage,
Snuggled warm in summer’s embrace,
Beside my grandmother.
Delicate, sweet smell of grass
Wafts through open window
From fields with cowpats freshly planted,
Mixes with body odour , of her-
I breathe in the perfume of a new promise,
A familiar narcotic of nurture,
Dreamlike – security, history, joy

Tongue - Day 7

7th Oct 2019

Day 7  of the OctPoWriMo challenge . Tongue is the prompt for today 

       You Are 

                

     When you are gone I close my eyes,

I close my eyes and think of you.

My inmost substance sees you there,

Encounters your presence.   

You Are

the light that brightens my gloom.

When I think of you I cannot breathe,

Mysterious shivers cascade through me,

I tremble at your touch, am caught in your embrace,

A warm flame rests within my heart,

I want to stay,   

You Are

The place I want to be..

I taste your lips, wondrous sweet,

relish every morsel,

True delight, honey from the bee,   

You Are

the only  sustenance for me.

I hear your gentle voice, whispering words of love,

Words that I long to secrete somewhere in my memory,

to be retrieved at times like this,    

You Are

Music to my ears, the echo of my dreams,

Murmurings that comfort me.

Octpowrimo 22, 23 and 24

26th Oct 2017

The prompt for the 22nd Oct:

Purposeful Passion

You Are

When you are gone I close my eyes, I close my eyes and think of you.

My inmost substance sees you there, encounters your presence.

You are  -  the light that brightens my gloom.

When I think of you I cannot breathe, mysterious shivers cascade through me,

I tremble at your touch, am caught in your embrace, a warm flame rests within me,  I want to stay

You are  -  the Place I want to be.

I taste your words, wondrous sweet, relish every morsel, true delight, honey from the bee,

You are  -  the only sustenance for me.

I hear your gentle voice, wisdom whispering love, words I long to secrete,

Somewhere in my memory to be retrieved at times like this,

You are  -  music to my ears,

The echo of my dreams,  murmurings that comfort me.

Prompt for 23rd Oct:

What is the Message

It was too late 

She was too late

If she'd come sooner maybe she would now 

know what he wanted to tell her

she kisses the cold forehead 

wipes it dry of tears

he waited for hours they said 

but death came for him 

in the dark of night 

he wanted to speak with you they said

no one else would do

what was the message she thought 

did no one know but you

Prompt for 24th Oct:

When Lovers Meet

She just a girl bringing in the sheep

He the new neighbour son of the vet

Her - hair greasy, complexion hidden in sweat and dirt

Him- bumbling along, first time sent to help with the lambing

She, sat waiting patiently a problem  with a mother

He, glanced down and in that moment loved her

She met his gaze and heart racing returned the thought 

He in that unspoken look knew he'd found the one