The Birth of Opals

The Birth of Opals

 

Upon my very word

I did once marvel

At the seeming birth

of opals

Along the subtle curve of

Her naked back and thigh

And how within their

Fiery glow

They did so very much resemble

The cascading wave of

Salmon flank

Across my semi precious

Somerset sky

A county blessed with

What once was and what

Might once have been

Upon my very word

I came to know those skies

So well indeed

Or did I merely wish or

dream it so

For my body and my soul

All those blues greens

Reds and golds

As delicate as fern fronds

And fragile as a wren’s egg

Just as full

Yet without familial ties

It was then she

Sighed and smiled and

Brushed those tiny beads

Of sweat aside

As iridescent as

The wings of a

Hover fly and transient

She was still there

Till she was all but gone

And that is the nature of

This one word love

I have learnt to frown upon

 

Reviews

[emmajoy]

' Reds and golds - As delicate as fern fronds - And fragile as a wren’s egg - Just as full.. '

When a man compares love to such a precious yet solid stone, he's turning it into something gentle, soft and delicate that nothing.. nothing, can make it or the woman it reveals, more beautiful. Perhaps, that is how you see love in all its facets- a time consuming passion to discover but.. .. There's treasure in these words.

[Neville]

Far too generous emmajoy but a delightful find, these words, this new week dawning.... Bless you & true... N

[Bhuyanshi Talukdar]

Your poem is beautiful and evocative, with vivid imagery and a sense of longing that is both palpable and poignant. I was struck by the way in which you use language to create a sense of movement and fluidity, as though the very words themselves are dancing across the page.
The comparison of opals to the cascading wave of salmon is particularly striking, and I love the way in which you use color to create a sense of depth and texture. Your descriptions of the Somerset sky are equally stunning, and I can almost feel the delicate fern fronds and hear the flutter of the wren's wings.
The final lines of your poem are particularly powerful, and I appreciate the way in which you explore the complexities of love and longing. Your use of the word "transient" to describe the woman in your poem is both haunting and beautiful, and it speaks to the fleeting nature of human connection.

Overall, I believe that your poem is a beautiful and deeply moving work of art. It is a testament to the power of language to evoke emotion and to capture the fleeting moments of beauty that make life worth living. I hope that you continue to write and to share your unique perspective with the world.

[Neville]

anyone that knows me will know that I very rarely use the word wow .. but wow, thank you so very, very much my friend .. and truly .. Neville

[Patricia Wedel]

dear Neville... the sweetest Poem I ever read... definitely will write this in my Journal. You Win the Poet Laureate Prize for Romance this Year. gently, Pat

[Neville]

you got me seriously blushing Pat .. bless you my friend and gently too :)

[Lorry]

Do we wish or dream these things Nev? After reading this I feel I very well may be an unconscious masochist, whose dreams are always dreamt warily, waiting for the ambush of my nightmares.
Women eh? 😀

[Neville]

tis them for sure my friend.... best avoided if at all possible................ Cheers mate :)

[Patricia Wedel]

"As fragile as a wren's egg" is a precious gem...I realize that Opals were
discovered in historical times and mainly in Australia. They have a spectrum
of many colors reflecting light. Thus, Neville, your poem is quite unique
and describes the colors in poetic movements of fiery reds to sensual
greens and blues. You have created a romantic scene where passion is
the state of the art. truly, Pat

[Neville]

and who in their write mind would argue with such a heartwarming testimony.. blushing regardless & muchly so....... thank you dear Pat.... Neville

[Patricia Wedel]

The Opal is an opalescent stone with many colors with specks of gold... a woman who you might have told... ancient stories from the days when Knights were brave and women bold...
I am swept away by your lost horizon. truly, Pat

[Neville]

thanking you dear Pat... always welcome pon my page....

[Fay Slimm]

You thread and weave mystery just like a conjourer my poet-friend - and this story is such an example of how you leave spaces for interpretation....... another fine posting and thanking you muchly...... Fay

[Neville]

thanking you Fay...

[Coyote Poetry]

The words gentle and kind. I loved the story of memories in the poetry. You made the reader believe and understand the words. Thank you Neville for sharing the outstanding poetry.
Coyote

[Neville]

thank you Coyote and true...

Neville

[Coyote Poetry]

You are welcome my friend.

[‘Thoughts In Time..]

Hmmmmhmm- the beauty of its iridescence - as curves and motion change the shades of colours so subtle and serene- but beautiful from all angles- the smoothness of each arch and shining the Opel is a treasure to pleasure- in masked beauty we can be mislead but if afraid to tread - wouldn’t you rather be dead? Easy said than done- but a heart cannot always be on the run- sad but true- the end is a decision or a division- it’s up to me and you- don’t frown on love- some things aren’t meant to be- rather let the heart be free to see what it’s meant to see and seek the place it’s meant to be🌹

[Neville]

thank you for taking time to consider these words and the very detailed response you have left behind.... a much appreciated visit, as always.... Neville