Steve GannA Bright Summers Day
April 30th 2007 17:24
Waves thrash
Among the rocks
Spumes of mist surround me
On the cliff face.
As I climb down through
Ebony boulders that hold the shore
Sentinels, barriers against the wash
Of tide that shifts mountains
In drifts and flows -
The sands of time.
The beach is mine
Alone. I begin to run.
The rhythm of the waves
Washes over me
My legs stride across the flatness
Salt wet sand glistens
Stretching out in the distance.
First there are only the gulls,
The sky
The waves and the sand.
Then
Tiny dancing
Hazy In the distance
I see a a figure
Coming towards me.
She walks and skips
As much as she runs
Picking up sticks and shells
Dashing into the shallows
To skip them across the belly of the ocean.
As I come abreast of her
She darts away from an approaching wave.
In the discovery of the moment
She catches my eye
Pretending it was an accident
For almost half a second
Then bites her lip and smiles
In guilt at being caught out
So transparently.
She knew that she was wearing
Temptation
A dress so light
As it caressed her
Neck and shoulders.
Breasts swung unrestricted
Pressing against the muslin.
Around her head she had contrived
A lei of flowers, tiny daisies
Tendrilled and swathed in hair that seemed
To drift and change with the passing air.
From waist and thighs and sandalled feet
That winked at me in conspiracy
As she passed me this day
I can't forget
Filled with sighs and promises
And yet - I never knew her name. ----------------------------- ------------ 28/4/07
Among the rocks
Spumes of mist surround me
On the cliff face.
As I climb down through
Ebony boulders that hold the shore
Sentinels, barriers against the wash
Of tide that shifts mountains
In drifts and flows -
The sands of time.
The beach is mine
Alone. I begin to run.
The rhythm of the waves
Washes over me
My legs stride across the flatness
Salt wet sand glistens
Stretching out in the distance.
First there are only the gulls,
The sky
The waves and the sand.
Then
Tiny dancing
I see a a figure
Coming towards me.
She walks and skips
As much as she runs
Picking up sticks and shells
Dashing into the shallows
To skip them across the belly of the ocean.
As I come abreast of her
She darts away from an approaching wave.
In the discovery of the moment
She catches my eye
Pretending it was an accident
For almost half a second
Then bites her lip and smiles
In guilt at being caught out
So transparently.
She knew that she was wearing
Temptation
A dress so light
As it caressed her
Neck and shoulders.
Breasts swung unrestricted
Pressing against the muslin.
Around her head she had contrived
A lei of flowers, tiny daisies
Tendrilled and swathed in hair that seemed
To drift and change with the passing air.
From waist and thighs and sandalled feet
That winked at me in conspiracy
As she passed me this day
I can't forget
Filled with sighs and promises
And yet - I never knew her name. ----------------------------- ------------ 28/4/07
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Comment by Nickoftime's Sanity Corner
brilliant and wonderfully written and executed...Could almost "feel" myself there..
Great post!
Take care,
Nick