Herb Song

tis what it say's on the tin..

Herb Song

 

I note where once her

Feet and skirts caressed

The meadow lightly

 

There the scent of wild

Herbs rose to satisfy the

Senses and then did follow

 

Wild mint and oregano

Each scythe scared yet served

To perfume my ladies hem

 

Mowed and harvested before

A pre dawn swift departure

And leaving not a scar behind

 

Sweet lemon balm and sage

When placed upon

The pulse of lovers then

 

Did serve to rouse and

Please then calm

The most ardent of libidos

 

Yes where her

Feet and skirts caressed

The meadow lightly

 

Twas there the very scent

And taste of wild herbs rose

To treat their bodies fondly

 

 

Author's Note

for a friend who knows her snathe from her beard as well as I but whom I presume smells infinitely sweeter ... N :)

Reviews

[Eilis]

So stoked to read your herb poem, Neville. It is much more romantic than my solitary ode to land. I just mentioned on one of Gram's poems that I like to see how different people interpret different ideas or words and I feel that here too. Poetry is like a bottomless well. Give every poet a subject and you'll have an unfathomable amount of unique responses.

There's a lovely peace to this. The open field and the fragrances gifted by earth when it is left to do its own thing...and then the human connection. That edge of the story makes me think of medieval lovers. Stealing away to be alone at work. It's a lovely image and a little slice of the world where all seems right.

A beautiful poem.

[Neville]

They just dont get much better than this... I mean your kind and well reasoned response to my Herb Song.. and I really, really do thank ya and true

N.

[Eilis]

Great to see this poem again, N. Can't believe it's been almost a year since you wrote this. Still feels like such a peaceful moment. Even more so when considering where we find ourselves this summer. Hope you are well there.

[Neville]

I am absolutely delighted that you checked in again my friend.. and yes.. time just flashes by.. far too fast in my book.... could be worse.. so hope you are well though :)

[Eilis]

I’m hanging in there. It is summer again and the scythe is in full operation. In spite of everything else. So, always something to smile about.

[Lorry]

And now that your title has grabbed all the stoners attention, you have opened a door to a surprising and delightful scene of peace and calm, from scented field to page. Done impeccably, as ever.
And now the scene has played, I conjure images of maids scurrying to arrange tiffin, whatever that may be 😀
Superbly done Sir. A plus.

[Neville]

Now there's summat ya dont come across every day.. unless ya live in Injah sir.. cant thank you enough for the comment above mate.. I owe ya big time :)

[Lorry]

Na, you're still well in credit mate 😀

[Neville]

You are just too kind, I'm well in up here 😀

[Patricia Wedel]

dear Nev... An Herb Garden for a Lady to dance about...
her Hem lightly touching Oregano and thyme... sweet lemon balm and sage...
an aphrodisiac of persuasion where earthly delights linger in a misty meadow.
A Gourmet's version of Midsummer Night's Dream. truly, Pat

[Neville]

Bloomin lovely to hear your thoughts on my Herb Song Pat & true... My thanks are scented on the wind in your direction :)

[moog-drika]

It feels like you painted a beautiful scenery of meadow-scape. The details were colorful, I can smell the fragrance of the land, the herbs and everything as I read the lines. The scared emotions of scythe but realizing how its service can help enrich the look of the view.
This one made me get lost in its painting, now I just want to spend hours there and observe the beauty and smell the nature's perfume.
Hope no one will disturb me :D

[Neville]

How very kind of you my friend... a much appreciated appraisal of my little scented scribble... Enjoy the moment.. I will try to ensure you are not disturbed..

Neville

[James Paranormal]

Crafty freeverse, written in essence, the reader can really gets an awakened sense of the imagery and scents, Awesome job here.

[Neville]

How very bloomin kind my friend.. Many thanks indeed..

[Chris Shaw]

This lovely poem was a delight to read again. I have just come in from my garden where grows well, lemon balm, rosemary, lavender, mint and oregano. I need to look up sage and see what I am missing. You are a man who knows his herbs as well as his verbs.

Chris

[Neville]

Then I shall thank you again our Chris..

sage of course is known as the healer for that very reason... I personally find it indispensable ...

Neville

[Chris Shaw]

Then sage I will grow for healing. Maybe I will make tea out of it:)

[Neville]

Not a bad idea... I have three varieties growing at present 🌻

[barleygirl]

Your poem reads like a lullaby caress! One of my favorite things is coming in from puttering in the garden & smelling like the pungent plants I've rubbed against as I water & trim (especially fragrant pot plants budding this time of year!) I love the details of the plants you use to paint this graceful bit of longing (((HUMS))) fondly, Margie

[Neville]

Too bloomin kind.. that's wot you are BG my lil fragrant meadow blossom you... (SNIFFS) fondly.. N

[Chris Shaw]

Not much more to say Neville than what has already been said. Your herb song is up there with your best writing. A lovely and memorable, aromatic feast.

Chris

[Neville]

it dont stop me from thanking you tho... thank you.

Neville

[Kay Salisu Titilola]

This is wonderfully written, Neville.
It's nicely penned.

[Neville]

Thank you Kay, you are indeed most kind... Neville

[Kay Salisu Titilola]

You are welcome.

[Fay Slimm]

An aroma of peace infuses these gentle lines - herbs that scent sensitive memory will always remind of days like you penned here - - I know the word snathe as snath but the same thing I believe -and the that tuft or beard on a stalk of barley is I presume what the herb-lady well knows........ a lovely song-tribute to a fortunate friend.

[Neville]

thank you my friend... the blade of a scythe is also known as a beard... but what's a beard between friends eh other than a tickle....

[Fay Slimm]

Ha - -well tickle me pink - I never knew that.......x

[Neville]

tis true.....

[Fay Slimm]

Of course it is if you say tis........... wud rather have tickles from beards on the chins though than a brush with a blade ..........

[Neville]

too true..............