She sleepwalks in her gossamer gown, while daydreaming of her once paramour. He sailed away never to be seen again beneath the stretch of the skys raceway. They met under the mulberry tree, a sweet blackberry rendezvous. In the shadows, she lingers wishing for those days of tic tac toe freckles and pigtails and blueberry muffins and butterfly kisses.
She didnt have a chance to say good bye because her tears would have flowed like the Mississippi river flowing into the backyard of another day.
She sleepwalks in the skeleton shadows of the night while in the sheerness and mist and the rainbow of the fog. Stepping through the Spanish moss; tripping over the garden snakes and the frogs yet to be a prince; and she remembers his little scar from here to China upon his chin and his cigarette hanging from his thin lips,down to the crocodile on his brass buckle.
and the love they once shared walking along the path where the goldfish pond used to be; where they used to skinny dip with their clothes on.
She awakened from her dream; still wearing her orange high heels, and does not remember the night before but the scent of a blackberry breeze, lingers near the back door of the 57 Chevy.
Just read “The Shadowlands…” by Chris and was guided here. I am truly glad he did…
Lines I wish I had written…
“because her tears would have
flowed like the Mississippi river
flowing into the backyard of another day.”
“to skinny dip with their clothes on.”
Incredible descriptions and pictures painted here…easy to get lost in…sit for a moment and soak it up! Always a pleasure Rose...
Posted 11 Years Ago
11 Years Ago
thank you Mia...and it was a fun write and glad you enjoyed...Rose
This has specifics in it, which indicates an element of reality and not fantasy, might be wrong ( puts down Sherlock Holmes Pipe) but What a story you have told with this, really liked it
Posted 11 Years Ago
11 Years Ago
Thank you so much...it was just a stream of consciousness write for a change...it was fun writing bu.. read moreThank you so much...it was just a stream of consciousness write for a change...it was fun writing but glad you enjoyed Bluely...Rose:)
A fairytale poem for grown-ups and younger ones too, to enjoy, creative, imaginative, sensuous are the ingredients for a memorable, literacy-recipe and you have served us a delicious romantic tale to savior Rose ! ( Indigestion free) !!
Posted 11 Years Ago
11 Years Ago
thank you so much Tom...it was a fun and different kind of write for me...thanks for peeking in..:)
Welcome to my profile: I was born in England, and raised in the U.S and now living in Virginia. I write mostly of romance and nature....I prefer not to send read requests so if you wish just read at y.. more..