Herb Song

Herb Song

A Poem by Neville
"

tis what it say's on the tin..

"

Herb Song

 

I note where once her

Feet and skirts caressed

The meadow lightly

 

There the scent of wild

Herbs rose to satisfy the

Senses and then did follow

 

Wild mint and oregano

Each scythe scared yet served

To perfume my ladies hem

 

Mowed and harvested before

A pre dawn swift departure

And leaving not a scar behind

 

Sweet lemon balm and sage

When placed upon

The pulse of lovers then

 

Did serve to rouse and

Please then calm

The most ardent of libidos

 

Yes where her

Feet and skirts caressed

The meadow lightly

 

Twas there the very scent

And taste of wild herbs rose

To treat their bodies fondly

 

 

© 2019 Neville


Author's Note

Neville
for a friend who knows her snathe from her beard as well as I but whom I presume smells infinitely sweeter ... N :)

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So stoked to read your herb poem, Neville. It is much more romantic than my solitary ode to land. I just mentioned on one of Gram's poems that I like to see how different people interpret different ideas or words and I feel that here too. Poetry is like a bottomless well. Give every poet a subject and you'll have an unfathomable amount of unique responses.

There's a lovely peace to this. The open field and the fragrances gifted by earth when it is left to do its own thing...and then the human connection. That edge of the story makes me think of medieval lovers. Stealing away to be alone at work. It's a lovely image and a little slice of the world where all seems right.

A beautiful poem.

Posted 4 Months Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Neville

4 Months Ago

They just dont get much better than this... I mean your kind and well reasoned response to my Herb S.. read more



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Your poem reads like a lullaby caress! One of my favorite things is coming in from puttering in the garden & smelling like the pungent plants I've rubbed against as I water & trim (especially fragrant pot plants budding this time of year!) I love the details of the plants you use to paint this graceful bit of longing (((HUMS))) fondly, Margie

Posted 3 Months Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Neville

3 Months Ago

Too bloomin kind.. that's wot you are BG my lil fragrant meadow blossom you... (SNIFFS) fondly.. N
Not much more to say Neville than what has already been said. Your herb song is up there with your best writing. A lovely and memorable, aromatic feast.

Chris

Posted 4 Months Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Neville

4 Months Ago

it dont stop me from thanking you tho... thank you.

Neville
This is wonderfully written, Neville.
It's nicely penned.

Posted 4 Months Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Neville

4 Months Ago

Thank you Kay, you are indeed most kind... Neville
Kay Salisu Titilola

4 Months Ago

You are welcome.
An aroma of peace infuses these gentle lines - herbs that scent sensitive memory will always remind of days like you penned here - - I know the word snathe as snath but the same thing I believe -and the that tuft or beard on a stalk of barley is I presume what the herb-lady well knows........ a lovely song-tribute to a fortunate friend.

Posted 4 Months Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Neville

4 Months Ago

tis true.....
Fay Slimm

4 Months Ago

Of course it is if you say tis........... wud rather have tickles from beards on the chins though th.. read more
Neville

4 Months Ago

too true..............
So stoked to read your herb poem, Neville. It is much more romantic than my solitary ode to land. I just mentioned on one of Gram's poems that I like to see how different people interpret different ideas or words and I feel that here too. Poetry is like a bottomless well. Give every poet a subject and you'll have an unfathomable amount of unique responses.

There's a lovely peace to this. The open field and the fragrances gifted by earth when it is left to do its own thing...and then the human connection. That edge of the story makes me think of medieval lovers. Stealing away to be alone at work. It's a lovely image and a little slice of the world where all seems right.

A beautiful poem.

Posted 4 Months Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Neville

4 Months Ago

They just dont get much better than this... I mean your kind and well reasoned response to my Herb S.. read more

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Gone West folks....., United Kingdom



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