Almost the orange grove

Today felt like a small adventure,

off I went to the course

( day two of role play hell..)

but the sun and the warm and my new peach

coloured skirt helped.

The church bell tolled plaintively on the hour.

The subject matter was painful and

very close to my heart

so sometimes I escaped the melancholy of it all

by dreaming of an orange grove,

under a summer moon.

There,

I had a little menagerie of glass animals,

which sat on a tiny table.

At night under the ink blue sky

the stars fell like pear drops.

When morning came I sent pretty

little postcards across the world

with mysterious post marks on them.

On looking up,

there he was.

The man with all the promises

of life and our love

in his sea green eyes.

My hair ( a loose strand fell out from under the ribbon)

and gently, he brushed it back.

I looked out to sea

from the orange grove,

so happy,

I almost cried.

The church bell rang.

It was time for home.

Those images, they

smudged themselves,

across my waiting heart.