Beneath the apple tree
all is still.
Night, as dark as her lover,
veils the lush grass;
bramble and thistle
scratch, inscribe the ground.
A mist hovers,
loathe to leave the river,
low down in the depths of the garden
where mud oozes
and the odour of damp
settles.
The bench is warm,
as graffitied as her heart.
Love holds her
like the mist—all pervasive—
toads and crickets mock,
‘Write’.
A moonbeam strikes
through cloud.
Clouds steal onwards
and soon the lawn
is shown in a puddle of silver light.
She puts pen to paper.
Polly Stretton © 2018
Written for and first published in the Worcestershire Poet Laureate Nina Lewis’s project: A Tale Of Two Cities, Contour eZine issue 3 With thanks to my collaborator, Beth Sweeney, who responded with a poem of her own, which you can see in the publication.
28/05/2018 at 01:35
Your poetry has a wonderful musicality; it brings your work to life!
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28/05/2018 at 01:50
Thanks Anna, good to hear from you. Hope all goes well 😊
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28/05/2018 at 02:42
Always a joy to read your work, Polly!
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28/05/2018 at 03:02
Lovely to hear from you, Carrie. Hope book sales are going well. I’ve yet to read it (!) Will do soon and leave a review…
Glad you enjoyed ‘Letter Writing In The Moonlight’ 🙂
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28/05/2018 at 03:08
Thank you. 😊 Hope all is well for you too.
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28/05/2018 at 09:54
I could do with some crickets to shout ‘write’ at me. Lovely poem.
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28/05/2018 at 09:59
heh-heh 😄 nice one, Elaine. We all need toads and crickets sometimes 😆
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28/05/2018 at 21:15
This is so beautiful- I love it xxx
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28/05/2018 at 21:17
Thanks Alex – means a lot x
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