For Sale.
The grapes on the vine
Which even now climb
Amid broken archways are indigo blue.
One long-ago springtime
We tried new countryside
Passion and cherished its golden view.
That smiling house then
Was desire-laced as scent
Rose at the door our love entered thru'
Endearments were meant
Words never fermented
A closeness that trust thought it knew.
Love feels just the same.
Fond memories re-claim
The fun times enjoyed here with you.
This cottage for sale
Will forever contain
Remains of the spirit shared by us two
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Author:
Fay Slimm. (
Offline) - Published: August 15th, 2018 03:19
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Very moving. Indeed what scenes have been witnessed by the rooms we inhabit. Who planted the tree we fell in love beneath and why?
All fodder for the romantic poet of which you are a fine example as you take us again today into a romantic world of fondest memory.
Yes I have always thought that past emotions penetrate walls -- I am so pleased you found something special in the read my friend.
A fine write and cottage Fay.
Yes I too thought the picture was apt to demonstrate what kind of cottage the poem outlined. Thanks Orchi
Superbwrite and so true, our houses do contain the memories of us all.
Yes Goldi - -memories cling still in the places where loved ones have lived . Glad the write stirred memories for you my friend.
A real beauty Fay. Super read.
So glad you enjoyed it Mike - - the feel of old cottages can at times make the hair tingle.
My dear Fay,
A beautiful emotive write!
The pic reminds me of my maternal grandparents’ cottage in Italy! Beautiful childhood memories!
The thing I still remember is the smell of the gingerbread cookies baking in their stone oven! Yum, yum, yummy!
Unfortunately it doesn’t exist any longer! It was leveled to the ground by an earthquake...but the memories will live on!
Your words are befitting my memory of the visits to that cottage and of my grandparents!
“Love feels just the same.
Fond memories re-claim
The fun times enjoyed”...
~Laura~
Smells can outlive houses and your lovely comment reminds us of that dear Laura - - I am so grateful that my words brought back memories of much love grandparents and the fun times you enjoyed.
A superb write Fay! Loved it!
Hi Christina - - thank you muchly for the visit and read - these old cottages have such tales to tell if only we listen to their whispering walls.
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