Nearly May

They sat with their hands clasped
over tea and Coronation Street
in the Cynon Taff valley.

I heard one whisper, I love you.
The foothills glimpsed
 from the backdoor were deep
with lavender, crickets sang staccato
 in April grass. People gathered.

Years later, we recalled the cider,

Spring garlands and how her face

blushed like May blossom.

Reviews

[Rossen]

Me with my mouthful of words, I sit here in deep pause
stunned like a fool~


Rossen the speechless -----------------------------------100/100

[Ed Hart]

you bring the moments alive visually and emotionally, with your lovely mind

[OT]

haha major kudos for getting coronation street in a poem! haha and tea? oh such a British scene already here - such a lovely write - brilliant descriptions too - "with lavender, crickets sang staccato" - tender almost - simple things that hold meaning! I enjoyed!

[Siddhartha]

This is quiet, understated and yet expressive. Those past days of heady romance that took shape everywhere - in back alleys, over coffee and even across the road. The innocence of those times suffused with nostalgia makes it a delightful read. A soft and tender piece, Sel.

[John Jackson (El Juero)]

Delicate, yet strong. Very enjoyable reading this. You have a way with words!

[Donald Meikle]

Nicely written shared memory Sel Thanks for sharing it further

[James Paulin]

Formal romance is all but forgotten, except for the occasional reminice which few know how to fully appreciate. Obviously, this poem proves it is in on your list of favorite things.

[arbitrary jane]

your voice in this poem is the steady, quiet inner voice of the guest. he watches them and all his words are certainties.
such hope. it's like a surety of a fragrant future. both for the world and for the couple.
though, the fact that their hands are 'clenched' rather than 'clasped' tends to make me think that perhaps they are a little afraid. afraid for the fragility of hope, and the hammerhead force of the unknown.

[SpokenWord]

Beautiful write :)

[Jibey]

A pleasing portrait of love in a Welsh valley in the newness of the Spring. Full of charm.