Day 9 Eyes- or, What Do You See?

9th Oct 2019

Day 9 - OctPoWriMo

I'm using memories today for the prompt "Eyes".

Paris

Do you remember, I know you do, that time in Paris?
Our Silver Anniversary - you said

Leave the children, let’s go, have our honeymoon – alone.
 Three days just for us! A dream.

Like teenagers we strolled by the Seine,
hand in hand, fingers softly feeling, exploring.

May blossom floating down - perfume intoxicating.
You squeezed me,
Pointed out the River Cruise boat
I nodded.

My red dress, always your favourite,
shimmered mackerel reflections.
You’d grown a beard, looked quite the artist
Eyes smiling, we spoke shared stories,
Ate a meal of mussels, our favourite,
With glass of wine - red.
My stomach danced in happy oneness with my spirit,
We talked, can you say about what? No, nor me,

It didn’t matter, just to be, that was all, together,
Drinking in our life,
You, so relaxed, your face shone,

Didn’t tell you that – years melting away – very attractive.
We climbed the steps to the Sacre Coeur,
 looked out over the city,
sky spotted with twinkling stars.

  We danced and laughed, night slipping away. 

Later we embraced, excited as if for the first time, 

but better.

Unexpected surprise, special bond made that day,
of silken gold.

 I knew it as I shivered,
not with cold.
Strengthened in desire we looked forward.

A city for lovers-Paris

Octpowrimo 28 and 29

29th Oct 2017

So the clocks have gone back and I lay in bed awake for a bit and now am up and it's only just gone six. How lovely to see the day break through the black  that was night. I do love to get an early start.

We are coming to the last few days of the octpowrimo challenge and although I didn't manage to write everyday I have produced the right number of poems, at least till now.
I have enjoyed reading some of the other participants work too . All so varied .

If you want to have a look go to:

www.octpowrimo.com

Day 28
The theme for today is belonging:

                                                                          A Haiku:

Ancestors

Rub between fingers

stems of lavender flowers

breathe in lost loved ones

Day 29

October 

On the ground now  leaves -russet and golden

Crispy, crunchy underfoot

The last few to surrender  remain 

On the tree, mottled green, 

Bravely hanging onto the bare skeleton 

Even they will fall before long 

Remember no more the fruitful warmth of youth