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

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.

Day 6 - Blue

6th Oct 2019

Day 6 of OctPoWrimo

A wet dreary day.






A Blue Day


The sun came out, bathing the mountains in a warm glow.
Mountains where my grandmother roamed as a child
Where, with her brothers and sisters she minded the cows
And where, when work was done they all ran wild

I look up and drink in the mist of my ancestors,
those many generations who stood on this spot before me
I imagine the women of our family,strong, hardworking
Caring for their loved ones, doing chores, drinking tea.

Above the house the sky a deep blue, like the Mediterranean
At odds with the country of the forty shades of green
But today just right for us to contemplate such wonder
I'll always remember this day and where  we've been

Day 5 Doorway

5th Oct 2019


Day 5 Today the prompt is Doorway - Open or Closed. Hope you like it. I'm really enjoying reading the other poets work on OctPoWriMo. Why don't you take a look too.



Doorway


I lift you from the shelf,
Run my fingers over your
Soft leather cover
Down your spine
Rubbing the gold lettering.
Slowly I put you
 To my nose
Breathe in all
The years, all
Previous readers.
I sit with you
On my lap
And, with reverence
Open the doorway
To a world
You will show me.

Affair

A comment of mine that went in a magazine

Happy Monday! Here's a dilemma for you - remember to comment as much as you can to get £25!

A few years ago, my parents divorced after my mum found out my Dad was having an affair with another woman. He left and moved in with her and they’ve recently had a baby. Mum has always had trouble coming to terms with what happened and resents him so much. They've since had a baby and she hasn't been coping well. My sister and I, who are both in our thirties, still see him. However, Mum has told us how she feels betrayed that we have a relationship with him. We know he shouldn’t have cheated as it's caused so much heartache but he's still our Dad. I feel really torn, as I've always been on Mum's side. Should we stop seeing him?

I can feel your pain and the dilemma you are in. It's not an easy situation .  And also, I really understand how your mum is still so hurt by the betrayal and feel for her too. I have no idea how I would feel if that happened to me ( I've been married for forty seven years) or to my own parents who were married for sixty three years before they died. How would us children have dealt with that? It's a big thing. Society today brushes it off so easily.

Your poor mum is suffering so much. It was an horrendous thing to have happened.  

But, you are right, he is still your dad and you and your sister should have a relationship with him, of that there is no doubt. It is absolutely  not a question of taking sides, you can be sure of that. And whilst you say you've always been on mum's side, which is understandable, it's time to let go of the idea that you stand with one or the other. You have two parents, a mother and a father, be loyal to them both. Love them both, equally if you can. You may find that you get a bit cross with dad because he caused so much heartache, but at the end of the day, he is your dad and we are all flawed in some way. 

Try to explain to mum that you don't love her any the less and by loving your dad you are putting her teaching of love into practice. Explain that you only have one father and one mother and whatever they are like you will love them. Maybe you could help your dear mum to decide not to allow your father to hurt her anymore. As it is, she was hurt by the betrayal and is still hurting by continuing to live it. Hold her close, but don't stop seeing your dad.
With a lot of love and affection for both of them you will bring happiness to yourself as well as to them . And if she is willing, keep your sister in the loop too. Build on the good.

Day 4 Cage

4th Oct 2019


4th day of OctPoWriMo.

I have had some lovely comments on the last three days, so thank you to everyone who took the trouble. I have also passed the 50,000 visits to my blog . Yipee! That feels like a landmark of sorts. Anyway please keep in touch.

Hidden



Wistfully

You have waited for me,

Hoping

You have hungered for me

Silently 

You have softly sought me

And there,
there you are

More precious than

Pewter or silver or gold

Here am I 

I come to visit you

To sit with you,

You, 

Hidden in the bread.

Disguised behind the veil of

Reality

Where is the key

Where shall I find it
How shall I open the lock 

Tell me,

Tell me.

Day 3 - Womb

3rd Oct 2019

Day 3 of octpowrimo.

Thinking of the prompt made me ponder on ancestors, where we all come from


Womb

Dear Rosie, your great,  great, great. great, great grandmother,
My great, great  grandmother, was
Mary Ryan - she lived in Googa- I never met her.
Your great, great , great, great grandmother,
My great grandmother, was
Winifred Stapleton - she lived in Googa - I never met her
Your great, great, great grandmother,
My grandmother, was
Katie Ryan - she lived in Thurles - I loved her dearly
Your great, great grandmother,
My mother, was
Bridie Clarke - she lived in Stanmore- I loved her too
Your great grandmother,
Me , I am
Grams to you - I live in Kent - you are fond of me and great grandad
Your grandmother,
My daughter, is
Emma Stevens - she lives in Oxford- you love her dearly
Your Dad,
My grandson . is
Ryan Stevens - he lives with you in Broseley - you adore him
And then there is you,
With your history of wombs that bore people that loved.

2 Oct 2019 Changeling

2nd Oct 2019

Day 2 of octpowrimo.
Why don't you have a go. It would be lovely to see your words.

Going for an acrostic as I found the prompt, Changeling,  a bit hard. I was thinking of my boy, who has ADHD and didn't "fit" societal expectations.

Changeling

Child with extraordinary powers, not understood by those who
Have preconceived ideas of a normal sort of life, a life that fits their comfort,
A life that doesn't veer from the road, the wide path everyone knows
No, they cannot see the magic in the manifestations of this dear creature's
Great adventure, where anything is possible and no limits exist, where
Everything is taken and explored and exploded and enthused over,
Larger than the life he's been given, he
Is the inventor most magnificent, the
Nobleman in his own country, encountering all with joy
Going at the speed of light, no, not understood

Oct 1 2019 Dark Night of the Soul

1st Oct 2019

Octpowrimo starts again and I want to try and have a little something for every day of the month.
If you would like to join in go just google  Octpowrimo 2019 and you'll find out more.
It's good fun and keeps you writing.

Day one...

Dark Night of the Soul

It seemed I had 

Everything I wanted,

Husband, children, friends, job

Enough monetarily - although

We never really think we have 

Enough

I couldn't honestly say

I lacked anything

Yet,

Yet, I was lonely 

But I couldn't say

There was something missing

I didn't feel me

Didn't feel whole

But I couldn't say

In the depths of my very being

There was a heavy emptiness. 

Everything was black

But I couldn't say

There was just this

Dark hole 

That held 

A pain 

A pain I couldn't explain.