Cherry Lipstick

I passed an orchard of apple trees today,
full blossom, the grey sky somehow
enhancing the colours of pinks and lilacs.
We had both remarked how the roads
in the overnight rain looked like
a thousand weddings had taken place.

I watched you take your case,
you wheeled it into the departure lounge.
I didn't go in, I've done a million departures.
As I drove away, I watched a plane come in to land.

Last night, you laughed and I took a picture
of you and Pierre outside the café
the lights were shining, the tide was high,
we walked off a meal, along the pier
the light drizzle causing puddles and we
dear fools that we are, we smiled.

Years ago, I remember meeting my father,
I was in the crazy years, it was August
and the sun beat down, I wore a little top
that barely covered with ballet shoes,
my father never really got, he was used to staid
and I was an education that latin verbs never solved.

My father has gone on that journey, the one
where returns are not on offer and I wonder
if he recalls, the august of my summer.

I passed an apple orchard today, it made me think
my father loved his orchards, he grew so many things
plum and apple, cherry and pear,
he trained raspberries and loganberries,
made his asparagus beds and wove the wires
that made the wisteria bloom.
The spring rain and breeze
have changed the landscape of roads,
somehow, they only enhance the colours
and a cherry lipstick is always best.



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Written on 2015-05-03 at 20:39

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jim The PoetBay support member heart!
Such a simple summation: cherry lipstick is always best. Why didn't I think of that?

This is wonder-full.

jim
2015-05-05


Jamsbo Rockda The PoetBay support member heart!
Very nice. It's funny how memories meander and things come to mind due to certain linkages. In poetry these things come back to life so well and we are there again.
2015-05-04


josephus The PoetBay support member heart!
To share in your imaginations you move from confettied roads to departure lounges to memories and concern about you father give me a wonderfully intimate feeling of sharing that is so evident in all your poetry.

Simply lovely and a pleasure to read.

Joe
2015-05-03



This is lovely Elle from the delicious title right thro'
I love the way you write it always takes me right to the centre of the moment or world you portray.
You make accompany you on each journey and that is a rare gift:)
2015-05-03