I see her
sitting there
on the gate
at the back
of the two
cottages
she's waiting
patiently
morning sun
on her head
of dark hair
her thin hands
in her lap
I come out
the back door
having had
my breakfast
she climbs down
from the gate
her grey dress
is knee length
she wears black
Wellingtons
with mud stains
been here long?
I ask her
no not long
Jane replies
I rode down
on my bike
glad you're here
I tell her
I was up
at the farm
getting milk
we hold hands
her thin hand
has a chill
about it
I rub it
with my thumb
let's go see
if that old
bullfinch nest
is still there
she suggests
if you like
I reply
(I cannot
imagine
that Lizbeth
would ever
suggest that
she only
suggests
things
******
we walk down
the side lane
by the stream
flowing down
narrowing
as it goes
bullfinches
are so sweet
Jane tells me
as we reach
where the nest
is hidden
in a bush
are there eggs?
I ask her
she looks in
carefully
yes there are
there are 4
she tells me
they're glossy
and light blue
with purplish
markings there
at one end
I watch her
as she leans
in the bush
her dark hair
shoulder length
her slim waist
huggable
mustn't touch
them of course
she informs
or the hen
bird will not
return here
in my mind
I embrace
her body
kiss her neck
feel her near
it's so good
being near
to nature
she suggests
yes it is
the closer
the better
I reply
her image
captured there
in my eye.
Aug 1, 2015
Aug 1, 2015 at 1:06 PM UTC
I see her
sitting there
on the gate
at the back
of the two
cottages
she's waiting
patiently
morning sun
on her head
of dark hair
her thin hands
in her lap
I come out
the back door
having had
my breakfast
she climbs down
from the gate
her grey dress
is knee length
she wears black
Wellingtons
with mud stains
been here long?
I ask her
no not long
Jane replies
I rode down
on my bike
glad you're here
I tell her
I was up
at the farm
getting milk
we hold hands
her thin hand
has a chill
about it
I rub it
with my thumb
let's go see
if that old
bullfinch nest
is still there
she suggests
if you like
I reply
(I cannot
imagine
that Lizbeth
would ever
suggest that
she only
suggests
things
******
we walk down
the side lane
by the stream
flowing down
narrowing
as it goes
bullfinches
are so sweet
Jane tells me
as we reach
where the nest
is hidden
in a bush
are there eggs?
I ask her
she looks in
carefully
yes there are
there are 4
she tells me
they're glossy
and light blue
with purplish
markings there
at one end
I watch her
as she leans
in the bush
her dark hair
shoulder length
her slim waist
huggable
mustn't touch
them of course
she informs
or the hen
bird will not
return here
in my mind
I embrace
her body
kiss her neck
feel her near
it's so good
being near
to nature
she suggests
yes it is
the closer
the better
I reply
her image
captured there
in my eye.
A BOY AND GIRL IN A COUNTRY LANE IN 1961
