Essence

Essence

She smelled, almost of sunlight,

of saffron, of rain,

of sacred temples and of cathedrals ..

Yet she tasted of blueberries,

of sake, Egyptian cotton and coffee

and so very many other things besides ..

Including those sacred, freshwater

rockpools, our forefathers

once used to hunt and to bathe in ..

And boy, she could move, like all those

wild animals could move, once painted

by them, in red clay, on blue cave walls ..

Once she felt happy, like being wrapped

in summer, in winter before the feasting

began, amid the dancing and the downpours ..

She sounded back then, I imagine, like a

prayer, or a poem might sound, suspended in

amber and even today, I adore the essence of her ..

 

 

Reviews

[AYVID N]

I loved the very novel ways in which you described her here. Especially, the beasts drawn in the cave and those primitive pools. If she reminds you of all those then she certainly stirs something very innate in you. That she also smells of Egyptian cotton and coffee tells me your heart delights in her as it delights in the good things life has to offer. If she reminds you of a cathedral, then there's certainly an element of worship in your feelings too. This is a poem written straight from the heart and emotions come across strongly along with the very delectable imagery. A wonderful poem!

[Neville]

You are far too generous and kind my fine literary friend .. many sincerest thanks, Neville

[AYVID N]

It's a joy to read this poem. You're most welcome, my friend.