THE RETURN
The tall winter trees, reduced now to corpses,
cast their shadows towards the old door
where flaking green paint exposes the grain.
I place my cold hand on the patinated handle.
No lock is engaged and I push it down gently;
the door slowly opens - I enter her world.
Her mobile charger glows red on stand-by.
The low coffee table is ring- marked and cluttered
with magazines, and pencils and out-of-date papers,
and an old tea-stained mug that’s seen better days.
The rug in the kitchen is faded and threadbare,
the tap keeps on dripping and the kettle’s still warm.
Cutlery, plates, pots, pans and dishes
are piled on the worktop – abandoned till morning.
In the bathroom the tiles are dripping with steam
and haloes of bubbles encircle the soap.
A damp fluffy towel lies inert on the floor
where she stepped from the shower and allowed it to fall.
Her perfume greets me on entering her bedroom,
her body recumbent beneath crisp cotton sheets,
and the moonlight which peeps through long lacey curtains
highlights her silken diaphanous form.
I walk to the bed and lie down beside her,
she stirs in her sleep and she whispers my name.
Michael Edwards© October 2015
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Author:
Michael Edwards (
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- Comment from author about the poem: This is one of my own favourites - hope you like it too - plus another watercolour.
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Comments8
Beautiful write, both the imagery and the feelings.
Like the painting as well.
Thanks Goldfinch
This is wonderful vivid and warm no wonder it is your fav, just might be mine as well poetry in motion here Bravo!
Cheers Willy
Very excellent again, Michael, on both accounts.
Glad you like them WBL - thanks for commenting.
Great write
Cheers Tony
Welcome
An evocative poem in deed. Phil.G.
Thank you Phil
Beautiful poem. I like the painting, really wish I could see a sky like that today, it's storming where I live.
The sky here today is clear blue - but it'll probably get pretty darn cold tonight - thanks for looking in.
And Gosh, I thought at first you went in for a cup of coffee. I can see why you like this one. Excellent.
Thanks so much Augustus
Wow, great write. Very descriptive. It rings of intimacy and love, of acceptance and caring, of a couple long in sharing. Signs of aging everywhere, from the door , the table, the rug and mug, and out of date papers. Great closing line as well, so much understanding in just that gentle murmur of a name. Loved it - Phil A.
Thanks Phil for reading this and for your very gracious comments - as much as I am fond of this one the last line is my absolute favourite - wish they all turned like this.
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