Sunday, 25 June 2006

Summer Loss

Sunshine smelled of coconut,
blackcaps sang like larks.
You took my hand and lead me
across trampolining grass
through a prickly gorse bush tunnel
onto a speedwell lawn.
The place became our hideaway
for afternoons of love
the whole of that hot summer
that stretched into eternity.

Last time I walked that way alone
black charred remains
were all I saw
of gorse.


BondBloke said...

So poignant - arouses many long hidden memories...

Art and Poetry said...

I like this one best it draws a picture!