Two Semi-detached Love Poems

In honour of National Poetry Day, these throw away poems are offered. I have written others that may be better, but few quicker!

‘Elusive love’ might title them together.

Yes, you

Raise your head for a moment
and give me that book…
I promised nothing but a drink at the brook
Recognition alone could make it divine…
It was left to you to turn it to wine.

Remember I never said He’d create
What lay beyond and over the gate…
I suggested a walk down the windfall light
If a feast was laid we’d participate.
What if it were fish and bread
on a windswept hill? Your hunger was fed.

So may I rest my head in your lap
for I’m replete. You consult the map.
I’ll leave it to you to establish our kin
with celibate saints and original sin…
I’ll watch the seabirds dive and shower
this landscape scattered with crumbs and flowers.

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Horse Chestnut Year

Impulse rusting out
Impulse rusting out

They did not marry in the pivot of the year
When all was said and done.
The willow in the garden, and the spring
The gown of velvet green disdained…
Her hair about his throat concealed a chain.

 

‘Why should I bind myself to you, if I be free
To love and leave unshackled?
We are all equal in the eyes of God
What’s good enough for him, is good for me’
I neglected to remark that few loved God as I loved he.

So let the reins of love hang loose
No bridled promises or halters hold his head
‘Reluctant mount
I would not have you sweat or chafe
For I can walk’ quoth she.

‘The blanket of consent must fit
As does an old coat molded by long use
Hay, sweet scythed in the bosom noon
Turns bitter when dry proffered in tithe barn.
Go scent the wind, and sometimes think of me’ said she.

Fallen conkers from a horse chestnut tree

 

Author: philipparees

A writer ( mostly narrative poetry) of fiction and non-fiction. Self publisher of fiction and Involution-An Odyssey Reconciling Science to God (Runner-up Book of the Year (2013), One time builder ( Arts centre) Mother of four daughters: Companion of old man and old dog: One time gardener, lecturer, wannabe cellist, mostly enquirer of 'what's it all about', blogger and things as yet undiscovered.

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