Woman, name unknown,
I think of your marigold hair, marigold hair
and bare feet in the grass.
There was a voice: do I ask?
Do I disrupt a pleasant scene
or would I ***** like a thorn?
The dream, to speak your name,
become accustomed to its taste,
like drinking the sun through a straw.
Alas, if only I’d thought before,
my mind wandering, thoughts bouncing
conker-like, hard and loud.
I wished to cradle your smile,
a great beam, lychee pink,
dismiss the crowds.
The chance, sinking, my body
stifled by unseen vines,
your name a hush of water in my hands
but your hair, bare feet,
like a summer breeze
in the freezing core of winter.
Sep 30, 2018
Sep 30, 2018 at 7:11 PM UTC
Woman, name unknown,
I think of your marigold hair, marigold hair
and bare feet in the grass.
There was a voice: do I ask?
Do I disrupt a pleasant scene
or would I ***** like a thorn?
The dream, to speak your name,
become accustomed to its taste,
like drinking the sun through a straw.
Alas, if only I’d thought before,
my mind wandering, thoughts bouncing
conker-like, hard and loud.
I wished to cradle your smile,
a great beam, lychee pink,
dismiss the crowds.
The chance, sinking, my body
stifled by unseen vines,
your name a hush of water in my hands
but your hair, bare feet,
like a summer breeze
in the freezing core of winter.
Written: September 2018.
Explanation: A poem written in my own time for university - a so-so attempt to imitate the tone of Thomas Hardy's work. The inspiration was his poem 'Woman much missed.' Feedback welcome, though this poem is unlikely to be edited much going forwards.
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