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Drifting

10 Jun

 

It is a soft, still afternoon.

It is slowly stirring from the morning’s drab dullness.

The light is becoming pale honey.

There is bird song floating in through the open window, bleating of sheep, a distant dog barking somewhere beyond the trees, horses hooves nearby.

I live in the country. Trees and hedges, narrow lanes, small ancient villages, a patchwork of fields that are home to sheep or cows or are yellow with rape, green with wheat or blue with flax.

Sometimes I feel far from the world.

It is easy to drift.

Like today.

I have practised Pilates, I have meditated, I have drunk tea, eaten fresh bread, and sighed at the world on the web.

I am now tapping out words which will somehow, magically, weave themselves into sentences, paragraphs, chapters, a then a book.

But still, it is easy to drift.

And to let myself think of you instead.

Wearing a simple summer dress that kisses your curves perfectly.  Your hair is free, your smile warm, your eyes laughing. Your beauty makes me sigh. And smile.

My fingers leave the keyboard.

I close my eyes and breathe you in. Across the miles. You fill my mind.

Your presence inhabits me.

There is nothing here but you.

It is a soft, still afternoon.

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© the author writing as Romantic Dominant

Art by Vladimir Volegov

 

 

 
7 Comments

Posted by on June 10, 2020 in Poetry, Still Life

 

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7 responses to “Drifting

  1. SCM

    June 10, 2020 at 5:06 pm

    Your writting makes me always travel… lovely written as usual

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  2. Romina

    June 10, 2020 at 5:21 pm

    So beautiful. Xx

    Liked by 1 person

     

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