Once Upon a Tablecloth

Once Upon a Tablecloth

A Poem by Neville
"

it happened...

"

Once Upon a Tablecloth

 

My upon my

How the morning

It did come

Once more upon me

Twas like a landslide

Or some flash flood

Crashing down without

So much a

Blooming warning

And whereupon my

Senses

They did all explode

 

Laugh you not though

All ye lads and doxies

For twas then

I spied a bank of

Tall mirrors gawping

Happenstance

Reflected and refracted

In the distance

Yes twas there

I saw her lying

Pon a white and blue

Check table cloth and true

 

Twas there for sure

I saw her fingers

Slowly drawing

Perfect circles

Pon belly flat and

Of course

Her very own

Milk white thighs

Yes twas then

She thought

None but the birds

And bees and sheep

And sky

Were watching


But I knew

Indeed I saw

While all the time

Close by

I watched and whispered

Through cupped hands

And to the wind

Mind

Come hither love

Come here enjoy me

One more time

I plead and beg thee

Before I bid

A fond goodbye

 

 

 

 

© 2019 Neville


Author's Note

Neville
only in my head tho.....

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This sounds like waking up after a night on the tiles exposed to the elements. Was that a picnic tablecloth by any chance Neville that you spied that fair maiden on? And there she was thinking she was all alone while you had your eyes on her hoping for better things to come. Flight of fancy or real, you always keep your readers guessing. I always enjoy your reads and the journey you take us on.

Chris

Posted 5 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Neville

5 Years Ago

there is some truth in this scribble, at least I think there is, but which bit... I'm blowed if I ca.. read more
Chris Shaw

5 Years Ago

Sounds like you woke up after one hell of a party :)
Neville

5 Years Ago

maybe.. yeah.. a party, that's gotta be it.. a party with a tablecloth.. maybe :) Night night our Ch.. read more



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just that one morning's painting that we long to be in before we die..oh artists please paint me into this poem...
j.

Posted 5 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Neville

5 Years Ago

thank you for visiting these words jacob my friend, tis much appreciated, and very kind of ya... con.. read more
This sounds like waking up after a night on the tiles exposed to the elements. Was that a picnic tablecloth by any chance Neville that you spied that fair maiden on? And there she was thinking she was all alone while you had your eyes on her hoping for better things to come. Flight of fancy or real, you always keep your readers guessing. I always enjoy your reads and the journey you take us on.

Chris

Posted 5 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Neville

5 Years Ago

there is some truth in this scribble, at least I think there is, but which bit... I'm blowed if I ca.. read more
Chris Shaw

5 Years Ago

Sounds like you woke up after one hell of a party :)
Neville

5 Years Ago

maybe.. yeah.. a party, that's gotta be it.. a party with a tablecloth.. maybe :) Night night our Ch.. read more

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Added on February 2, 2019
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Neville

Gone West folks....., United Kingdom



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