On the way back
from the Sunday service
we walked in the wood
to the pond and sat down.
Summer heat drove us
into the shade
beneath the trees.
She lay back soaking
in the peace and I lay
beside her soaking in
her perfume.
Ducks swam on the pond
and dragonflies
skimmed the surface
then zigzagged off
out of sight.
She talked of the drowning
of Mr Medroe's wife
in the huge lake
in the grounds
of the estate.
No one knew how or why
but some surmised suicide.
Mr Medroe wasn't in church.
His space in the choir
vacant and quiet.
She lay there
in all her beauty
and her perfume enticing.
I turned to face her
taking in her features
and her eyes.
She spoke on
about the drowning
and the cause and why.
Through the tree tops
above us
came a glimpse
of the sky.
Apr 14, 2018
Apr 14, 2018 at 12:17 PM UTC
On the way back
from the Sunday service
we walked in the wood
to the pond and sat down.
Summer heat drove us
into the shade
beneath the trees.
She lay back soaking
in the peace and I lay
beside her soaking in
her perfume.
Ducks swam on the pond
and dragonflies
skimmed the surface
then zigzagged off
out of sight.
She talked of the drowning
of Mr Medroe's wife
in the huge lake
in the grounds
of the estate.
No one knew how or why
but some surmised suicide.
Mr Medroe wasn't in church.
His space in the choir
vacant and quiet.
She lay there
in all her beauty
and her perfume enticing.
I turned to face her
taking in her features
and her eyes.
She spoke on
about the drowning
and the cause and why.
Through the tree tops
above us
came a glimpse
of the sky.
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