SPIRITS NOW ENTWINED
In blue of day as hovering bees
sought nectar in the wild flowers foam
the stranger watched with shy reserve
and eager curiosity.
As though they’d met in other lands
where antique seas meet distant shores
she turned and smiled when first she heard
a snapping stick beneath his sole
Through sudden impulses provoked
by heady fusions essences
their eyes wore lens of empathy
unseating shadows of reserve.
They savoured tastes of honeyed words
while flutes of love played melodies
and flowered meadows danced in tune
with spirits now entwined.
Michael Edwards © June 2018
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Eyyup lad, i'm off t'woods to snap a twig underfoot. Appen as i'm feelin lucky (wink wink).
This is you at your best ME in classical form and metaphor.
Thanks dusk - really appreciate your kind words - keep a snappin' those twigs!
Beautiful lovelorn write. May their Spirits entwine for eternity.
As ours have Andy - thanks for the comment.
That snapping of twigs might make me swoon! A fine write and pic Michael.
Oooh I'll go snap a twig - thanks O
You snapping two twigs there? You said that twice. I said, You said that...….
Woof woof. Me 18+ watchdog is still on duty, if he spots any poems that should be marked 18+ and are not. (more nuttiness!) lol. Not that it applies here.
Pleased about that
I said I'm pleased about that.
I said I'm pleased about that.
You said that 3 times, I said,...….etc. (you know the rest!)
THANKS MIKE ~ New Love is a very powerful force and it can be dangerous to those betrothed ! I fall in Love every day ~ BUT ~ My love for Angela is so powerful (despite being separated by 11,500 miles for at least a YEAR) that I never act on impulse. Also some of Angela's Best Mates work at My College ~ so BIG SISTER is watching ME ! Love PLANTERS my MUM has many which I have water to water when they are on Hols. Thanks for sharing BRIAN
Thanks Brian
Who knows where true love is to be found? Watching a bee-hive seems now, to be a honey of a spot. And the sweetness will remain , forever.
Terrific poem Michael.
Thanks so much MF
The words helped make it a favorite. Those flowers forced it so. My favorite of all flowers in a planter. Loved it.
Ah thanks Kat.
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