Salt Marsh Fields

Salt Marsh Fields

A Poem by Neville

Salt Marsh Fields

 

Lavender

Lilac and forget

Me not blue

A blustery breeze

Be blowing but true

Butterflies buckets

And spades

Pon my word

My fine friend

Were those not

The days

 

Golden

And carefree

Sun downwardly

Beating

Cuckoo’s a coo kin

And spring

Lambs a bleating

In salt marsh

Fields silvered

Where we once

Shared our first kiss

 

Aye there

Where a handful of

Poppies provided

A pillow and

Wild garlic grew

In disorganised rows

Tis where we oft

Enjoyed picnics and always

Had daisies n sand tween

Each of our

Perfect pink toes

 

 


© 2019 Neville


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Your Salt Marsh Fields invites your readers to take a peep at possibly a memory of wonderful carefree times. Buckets and spades tells me of childhood. Your imagery is vivid and beautiful. You bring a wonderful ambience to the page and I do believe this is the style that I prefer from your pen best of all. No puzzles, just sheer poetry. Loved your lines Neville.

Chris

Posted 4 Years Ago


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Neville

4 Years Ago

how very kind, thank you
Neville



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"In disorganised rows"... an image that comes to mind when I think about the past and lost love, messy but beautiful, and stored in our minds for times like this. Well said, sir.

Posted 4 Years Ago


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Neville

4 Years Ago

thank you kindly and true sir...
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Mel
beautiful imagery/prose. Always a sucker for a good rhyme. Thanks for sharing!

Posted 4 Years Ago


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Neville

4 Years Ago

Hey, thank you for taking the time to visit and leave such an encouraging comment... Neville
This is memory lane set to music, this is! There's such a blissful air to your words - possibly the most space-soaked poem I've read from you: ' .. In salt marsh Fields silvered.. Where we once Shared our first kiss.. .. Aye there.. Where a handful of Poppies provided A pillow and .. Wild garlic grew In disorganised rows .. ' There's focus on that past lay-lying, switched-on-n-off, nothing intruding. A togetherness that nothing but nothing harmed or even now, could. On the third reading, I sense a gift of memories set to the ready movement of Neville's happy heart!

Posted 4 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Neville

4 Years Ago


I am a little bit stuck for words emmajoy, but am more than happy, I can tell ya.... Thank y.. read more
Well captured familiar feeling of nostalgia tied to a place described in short, but beautiful words.
Often it is places, smells, even objects that bring about a flood of locked away memories. Golden they are, and aren't memories wonderful things in themselves as they allow us the gift of revisiting a time or moment past and reviving the emotions and feelings from it. A form of relative time travel..both a blessing and at times a curse.
This was masterfully done. I applaud you Neville.


Posted 4 Years Ago


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Neville

4 Years Ago

you are indeed most kind my friend and I truly am grateful for your time and encouragement.... N
As good as a van Gogh only more lively. The sense of movement and palpability is etching its way all through the story here, Neville.

When I was very young, my sister and brother and I used to walk the hills of our apartment complex looking for grassy meadows to sit and have picnics in. Our picnics usually consisted of wild plants we found growing nearby, but they were no less sweet for being so small.

Your poem reminded me of those days. Carefree. Nothing intruding from the outside. Like a moment in a snow globe. It’s a beautiful little slice of time shared on the page.

Love the details in this. There’s a purity that is lovely. Feels like nothing could go wrong in that space.

Posted 4 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Neville

4 Years Ago

thank you so much my very fine literary friend.. a visit and a half no less and so very much appreci.. read more
There have been times when my toes were in sand more than they were in sandals. I love how you penned this, Nev... being at one with nature and poetry. This shows your diversity as a writer. I can feel that blustery breeze blowing from here!

Posted 4 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Neville

4 Years Ago

You are far too good for words Kelly, but always welcome here and much more than just appreciated..... read more
dear Neville... "daisies n sand tween Each of our Perfect pink toes"
is a phrase for all ages. Lavender and lilac and forget me not blue...
a very romantic poem all the way through. Your poetic etchings
have a glow of seaside silvery memories. truly, Pat


Posted 4 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Neville

4 Years Ago

thank you ever so muchly my friend and true.... Neville
those were the days my friend :) thanks for sharing this delightful poem ..love the language you chose to use .. kind of lilt of Pirate matey ... such vivid imagery in that title alone ... i had to stop and savor it .. the repetition of it works well for me .. another keeper says i .. sparks the flames of first loves says i!
E.

Posted 4 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Neville

4 Years Ago

you aint far off the mark you sweet talker you....cheers Gene.. and down ya neck mate... N
Einstein Noodle

4 Years Ago

:)))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))) you flirt you
Neville

4 Years Ago

deed I yam.... N :)))))
Ah - -Salt Marsh Fields sounds like a place I used to know - - loud applause Nev.for this perfect picture of remembered days............. love the metaphors and the refreshing flow of those times when nothing mattered except playing with friends.

Posted 4 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Neville

4 Years Ago

Ah' what could be better... thank you Fay.... N
Lavender is haunting me today Nev. Apparently it is now in bloom and the current trending trend to be pictured in a field of the stuff. I only know this because I am outnumbered by ladies at work and they kept showing me photos from snaptwat and twatter etc. It will come as no surprise that they call me gramps, or dad if they want something 😀
First kisses eh? Oh I remember it well... Well, I remember her laughing at me as I tried to swallow her face.

If only we could rewind more than our minds to less stressful times, where if you wanted to see something, you had to go to it. No apps, no uber, no cell phones. Bliss 😀

Posted 4 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Neville

4 Years Ago

I am there, write with ya.... cheers matey and thanks for the chuckle ya loaned me.. shall try and r.. read more
Lorry

4 Years Ago

I know, I have total recall of all the naughty ones. Even some Polish ones too 😀
Neville

4 Years Ago

I love Eastern European naughty words....

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