Last Summer

The summer of my last hush
behind verandah screens,
we dappled fingers into
the cool of waters, algae green

You took a strand of hair
to curl as I sipped from
sweating glasses holding
tart and tangy lemonade

Just the drone and hum
of life beyond the hedge,
thin cotton wisps waving
in the silence of a breeze

You put a finger to my lips
silenced by breath
I felt my heart beat
as your face blurred

we painted pastel colours
onto warm, worn wood,
I swear I heard the ocean,
you kissed the pink shell of ear

The lilac clematis climbed
from pots of azure blue
I remembered baking them,
fingertips glazed forever

I collect pieces now
and keep them in bowls,
they remind me of silence
and the shhh of goodbye.








Poetry by Elle
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Written on 2009-08-12 at 09:34

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mov
So real, So you.
I can see it.
I can smell it.
I can hear it.
I acn feel it.
Hmmm...
2010-01-01


NicholasG
So soft and gentle a picture you paint. I wish I had these colours in my palette...or in my life for that matter.
I enjoyed this a great deal!!
Thank you , Nick
2009-08-12


Brian Oarr
So sensual, so alluring, so Elle! I remember once, when you modestly tried to tell me you weren't really a poet ... please give me another word for then. :-)
2009-08-12


Achernar
Such a soft and nostalgic and utterly romanic write! Extremely well done in each and every regard. I can't tell you how much I enjoyed this. In less capable hands that would be a nightmare, but you know exactly what you are doing! Oh, yes, I loved it!!
2009-08-12


Purple Phoenix
You have this wonderful way of blending all the senses in a poem, the reader smells, touches, hears, sees and feels the whole scene and is drawn in. Another beautiful portrait Elle, I just love the way you write. :-)
2009-08-12