Scrambled In The Heat

one from the archives

In this stifling summer oven

as I sip on iced green tea,

with a slice of bitter lemon,

I recall a younger me.

Catapulting back in time

Mum's out pegging on the line.

Whispers from a welcome breeze

lift and tease that dress of mine,

risen now from days gone by.

I focus on the dancing hem,

remembering the hunger when,

garden rosy like the posy

my young beau first gave to me.

Till his flirting left me hurting,

fickle youth I set him free.

What became of all those kisses,

floating still in space maybe?

Reviews

[jacob erin-cilberto]

i can certainly relate to this...the first love...the first flirting...and all those kisses that never reached those lips, but instead went somewhere else...
you brought me back...the first part of this brought me back to
Vermont and its beauty...

j.

[Chris Shaw]

Pleased I was able to transport you back in time to Vermont Jacob. Your thoughts appreciated.

Chris

[smilemore]

This is so beautiful! I enjoyed the little romance part and brining the reader into the moment.

[Chris Shaw]

Thank you so much. Really appreciate your review.

Chris

[Beccy]

As I am fast discovering; those archives are so precious, so important to us. I love the way you bring the reader into the scene; especially enjoyed the last four lines in the first verse, that lead so perfectly to the ever so gentle sensuality of the second verse.

What became of those kisses? Locked in memory forever of course.

Beccy.

[Chris Shaw]

Thanks Beccy. Yes, those memories in our archives are a source for many poems. Your review is lovely and much appreciated.

Chris

[R.E. Ray]

A snapshot recalled in a peaceful moment, and so well conveyed to the reader. It’s a happy-sad piece that makes think maybe we ought to focus on the now.

[Chris Shaw]

Thank you so much for your visit. Your thoughts appreciated.

Chris

[Julie McCarthy (juliesp..]

This is beautiful I love it Chris

[Chris Shaw]

Thank you Julie, pleased you enjoyed my ramblings in the heat :)

Chris