Otherness.
When walks became hedged in with discovered feelings
ready talk slowed to a stop.
The colour of friendship deepened as whispers of trying
otherness made young cheeks blush.
Love-covered Sundays stalked by-ways to find covert
places for touch had changed.
Jars of caught minnows faced new neglect when damp
hands held for long moments.
First love took its course and struggle ignored when
when kisses turned floor-ward.
Clothes rumpled in tumble from childhood to growing
desire in beds of soft heather.
Savoured was pleasure in fingered expressions while
sated with things shyly learned.
Those were the days in village life when naivety gained
otherness by experimentation.
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Author:
Fay Slimm. (
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Innocence is bliss? Or sometimes? A fine write Fay.
Thank you for the visit and comment Orchi.
Where I was brought up in a tiny Village called Street in the 1970/80s used to be such a beautiful little place There were fun things to get on with and golden memories made. Today it is 3 times larger than the original and is also covered in tarmac and restuarants. You poem brought memories flooding back. Thank you for this inspiring peice..!!
So pleased the read reminded you of childhood times and fun things in your village dear Kevin - -those were the days eh ?
Never forgotten, Fay...
Hey Fay.. this is absolutely brilliant.... am almost lost for words...
Tis really quite beautiful .. this is precisely how I grew up... thank you for triggering such fond memories and for helping me keep faith in poetry............ Neville
My delight if the read brought you treasured memories dear friend.
it was a super find..
Again i journeyed with your words. Today you took me to the path along the Avon in Stratford where one afternoon words became hard to find and strolling sideways glances melted into mutual long held eye contact.... the rest is poetry.
Today your gentle verses place poetry into the fumblings of our youth and the beauty of discovery is relived here.
On re-reading this i have again to visit my favourite's 'in-box' because it's flippin brilliant gal!
Ah - you are too too kind D.A. but thank you loads for popping this write into your faves.......... yes reading of times when first love came our way makes nostalgia well worth our indulgence. So pleased the write had you walking along the Avon again and remembering how well poetry was made that day.
Me too - back into childhood - a gentle yet poignant write.
Ah yes - am glad after reading my piece on Otherness you remember those heady times Michael -
My Dear Fay,
Your exceptional write transported me to way back when...
when I was holding my first loveās hand and the experience of our many firsts!
A blissful reading!
Thank you for sharing your talents!
~Laura~
I am thrilled that my write brought you back with your first love dear Laura - and thank you for such a beautiful comment.
There is complexity in how you sow together the simplest of words, and for certain takes a reader on an imaginative journey
Grateful dear Suresh for your expressive review and so pleased you liked the piece on Otherness.
What a superb write Fay, those times of innocence portrayed in your wonderful words.
The artwork is so meaningful with your words. It is called the 'The Lovers Tryst' by Adelaide Salles-Wagner, an artist of whom I had never heard.
Oh my word Superb memory restorer my friend A finel scripted piece of verse. I think of my first Girlfriend always has remained special to me. AND bless her still in touch to this day
Thank you Fay for allowing me to read
My pleasure dear friend if the poem has brought back happy memories....... thank you for the lovely comment.
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