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

[Ken Simm.]

For some reason this sounds as English as Vaughn Williams to me. Don't know why. It is however a lovely, even sensuous, lilting refrain. Needless to say I do like it a lot.

[Neville]

Sorry for the delay in getting back to you...You are far too kind Ken dear friend but always appreciated.... Neville

[Ghost]

You found eloquent words to describe the sweat trailing down her body... I like the way you do describe things as it makes one take notice of the poem before them.. Thanks for sharing

[Neville]

Hello Stranger, thank you for considering 'The Birth of Opals' and for leaving such a very kind review of what are essentially words slung together... Your opinion is greatly appreciated.. Hope you are well..... Neville

[Ghost]

Thanks Neville, I have been kind of lost in my own little world lately... And so I am trying to catch up on some of my reading..

[Neville]

Good man, just you take care of yourself.... Neville

[sette]

so spontaneous so imaginative and really well expressed those innate ideas of yours turned into colorful words is one talent that should not go to waste my friend

[Neville]

Hey, you are far too generous and kind sette dear friend...... Neville

[Chris Shaw]

Tiny beads of perspiration and you make a poem out of them Neville. This was very visual, from you looking to the point where they were brushed away by the opal maker herself. But your last three lines leaves me thinking that love can also bring disappointment as well as joy. Nicely done.

Chris

[Neville]

a distant recollection, but when I close my eyes....thank you dear Chris.. much appreciated, as always... Neville

[Chris Shaw]

Just as good to read now it was six months ago:)

[Neville]

ah' bless ya my luverly...

[Chris Shaw]

Yes and a third read because this poem surely deserves to be read for its incredible imagery and beauty.

[Neville]

Thank you kindly Chris & true