The Picnic

The Picnic

A Poem by Laura Kate

I saw the panic in his eyes
the golden picnic rug he lay for me is fraying
cracking under the heat of the midday sun
champagne flutes still empty
magnifying the intensity

he chose a beautiful spot on the hill
I couldn't hear the traffic from the town below
only the soft muttering of awakening birds 
nestling in nearby branches

bees came whispering past us making their way
to the poppy fields
sheets of red bordered by fluffy green trees
and the blue skies over head brought
a sun kiss to my cheeks
a magnificent daze to my mind 
and a fluid telescope of colours to my eyes 

but the blanket is not as soft as it appeared
as I take my seat it hardens underneath me
as when the lake is graced by the talons of Mr Jack Frost
and I can no longer run my fingers through the tassels
without the knots coming undone

I saw the panic in his eyes
the picnic was so beautiful
I wore my sunshine yellow dress 
tan sandals and my wicker basket 
I had visions of filling with wild flowers
pine cones
daisy chains 
and whatever else we might find

toenails painted pink - his favourite colour on me
and the bracelet he bought me for my birthday
knew it suddenly repulsed me
and braced itself under the protection
of the broadness of the flute 

I saw the panic in his eyes
as he saw I had realised 
that he had lied 
and I'll no longer be able to run my fingers through the tassels
without the knots coming undone

© 2020 Laura Kate


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A wicked journey between what 2 people ACKNOWLEDGE to be their present pretty moment, & how there can be another hidden narrative much darker beneath all the pretty trappings of whatever traditional stuff is happening, with everything appearing "normal" or at least predictable. I love how the tone of your poem starts out giving us many clues -- this isn't your everyday happy picnic, yet there's a little doubt, the reader thinking this could go in a more positive direction. But in the end, there are too many ugly wounds being disguised by ribbons & bows on the picnic basket. Great symbolism in your vivid details (((HUGS))) Fondly, Margie

Posted 9 Months Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Laura Kate

8 Months Ago

Thank you for your wonderful feedback, Margie. Right you are, that there is a space between what is .. read more



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wow that's amazing brother A poem on that topic which is very popular in youngster

Posted 8 Months Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Laura Kate

8 Months Ago

Thanks, Digi. Nice to meet you!
Your picnic did not turn out to be as promising as you wished. Your romantic thoughts seem to have encountered some unexpected darkness and the loveliness of the occasion turned ugly. Descriptive writing, and goes to show that all that at first glitters is not gold. I feel sure, others will be able to relate to similar experiences. Well conveyed Loubelle.

Chris

Posted 8 Months Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Laura Kate

8 Months Ago

Thank you, Chris. It's lovely to read your comments, as always!
Laura.
Chris Shaw

8 Months Ago

Belated happy new year Laura:)
I like the symbolism in the poem. The end of the poem is very nice too. :)

Posted 8 Months Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Laura Kate

8 Months Ago

Thank you, Danny. I look forward to visiting your page
A amazing journey in these words. I felt the panic and struggle dear Lou Belle. The heart knows first and the pain become a hurricane of emotions felt. I liked the drive of the words. The reader understood the situation and thank you for sharing the amazing poetry.
Coyote

Posted 8 Months Ago


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Laura Kate

8 Months Ago

Thank you Coyote, it's great to read your feedback. I'm happy that you enjoyed this journey. Best wi.. read more
Coyote Poetry

8 Months Ago

I enjoyed the poem and you are welcome dear LouBelle.
A wicked journey between what 2 people ACKNOWLEDGE to be their present pretty moment, & how there can be another hidden narrative much darker beneath all the pretty trappings of whatever traditional stuff is happening, with everything appearing "normal" or at least predictable. I love how the tone of your poem starts out giving us many clues -- this isn't your everyday happy picnic, yet there's a little doubt, the reader thinking this could go in a more positive direction. But in the end, there are too many ugly wounds being disguised by ribbons & bows on the picnic basket. Great symbolism in your vivid details (((HUGS))) Fondly, Margie

Posted 9 Months Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Laura Kate

8 Months Ago

Thank you for your wonderful feedback, Margie. Right you are, that there is a space between what is .. read more
Lies cause every knot of love to come undone.
And even if we retie the knots...the trust is so frayed that the rope will too easily break again.

Posted 9 Months Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

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Laura Kate

8 Months Ago

I believe that the heart loses a little strength with every knot that frays! Thank you, Jacob.

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Added on December 3, 2020
Last Updated on December 3, 2020
Tags: love, lust, relationships, sorrow, break up

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Laura Kate
Laura Kate

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