bough bent in curious arc

protecting from the sun,

two people sat upon

roots gripping earth,

she held her dress

snug about the knees

avoiding embarrassing  breeze,

he beside her

spoke more softly

than his baritone normally

allowed,

below the village

red slate rooftops

refracting light,

he place a hand upon

her arm,

assuring the words spoken

meant something,

birds added chorus where once

shellfire boomed like a bitterns

cry,

these houses below

pocked by bullets,

he looked at her

she still stared

at rows of houses,

laundry being hung on line

children playing tag,

normality, a calmness

a unification occured,

love was shapeless

without borders,

it could solidify,

and become that unbroken

bond,

she turned moving

loose hair strands

from face

and kissed

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Comments
  1. Eve Redwater says:

    “spoke more softly/than his baritone normally/allowed” – this line jumps out to me, it’s my favourite. 🙂 I get such a soft, tender feeling from this poem… a calming sensation. I enjoyed it very much!

    Eve x

  2. gardenlilie says:

    Tender, very soft, with a sweet ending. I like.

  3. brian miller says:

    nice…great job setting the scene…allowing the war history to build up the lack of borders…and lastly the kiss….i like….

  4. Gentle and full of tenderness, like that breeze that, in the last stanza, she deigns to ruffle her hair.

  5. tender, intimate… lovely

  6. marousia says:

    Lovely writing – I love the way the poem cascades

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