First Love.
When she tasted the unbreathed air
away from girlhood's shallow stream
then it was she pinned up her hair
laced in her waist and saw meaning
in catching attention with breast
held high and eyes full of secrets.
But the boy covered his face, webs
of birds' nests cocooned his dreaming,
for climbing trees came first with him
yet as she strolled, branding his mind,
perfuming trails with siren-schemes
lone lake-bathing became tasteless
as surges drowned his stranded grief.
Remembering her scarlet mouth
hooked like a fish his writhing lips
dried while first love took its bounty.
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Author:
Fay Slimm. (
Offline) - Published: February 5th, 2017 17:16
- Category: Love
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Comments6
first love,from a boy to a man,who could forget
Yes - who could indeed forget a first love.
BEAUTIFUL POEM FAY ~ in both Form end Function ! No other life experience can compare with First Love. You have captured the nuances perfectly ! Love the coquettishness of the photo ~ it complements the text !
Ah - ;thanks for this overview of the posting on first love Brian - agree no other life experience can come up to the wonder of first love. Glad too you find the photo added to content of the verse.
The girl seems to be very mature, while the young man is still immature, but her prodding won him over. Did I get it right? This is quite descriptive with a nuance for the, as Brian says, coquettishness.
You certainly did guess rightly my friend - female maturity can sometimes be used to needed effect in first love - - love that word to describe the photo - she really does look coquettish.
Truly a steamy romantic poem Fay! The first love is always remembered as a treasured and a nostalgic memory ! Thanks for sharing, - Raj, New Delhi.
Ha - - so pleased you enjoyed the read about managing first love Raj - as you wisely say it should be treasured and remembered with joy.
Masterful is the right word - just superb
Thank you for your treasured opinion on my poetic offering Michael - - am truly grateful for your visit and comment.
this is more than just a poem.. this is a series of moments captured that even in our autumn years shall bring a fresh smile upon the faces of many men...... Neville
Yes - that was its intention dear friend - - memories relived can lighten gone years - - lots of big thank yous for seeing those few captured moments............... x
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