always so sweet?
Daisy chains and swatches of powder blue skies.
A caress in the small of your back
and the breathless whisper of
butterfly wings as they brush your cheek.
Yesterday,
I lived within a page,
a page of words and thoughts .
We went to the market
and ate sweet crepes.
Lemon.
Butter.
Sugar.
I watched as a girl sat with her feet up on a chair
scribbling note after note in her well
worn journal.
I wondered what her words said.
Three men played on Spanish acoustic guitars
and for a moment
I floated away to where Spanish galleons sailed.
As we rode home in the car
( windows down)
I wore the pretty silver bangle
that you sent me in the post
from a far away land.
And relaized
that silver is my favourite .
It looked so precious,
resting there.
I love this time of the year! :) I do hate to be cold, so it's a real joy to wear short sleeves again!
ReplyDeleteThis is such an atmospheric post. I felt as though I was transported from my desk to the market. I could taste the crepes and the lemon and hear the guitar! :)
Beautiful post, as always my lovely.
AML
Kess
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Kess my sweetie!
ReplyDeleteThank you, thank you.
My english teacher told me once,
that one of my main strengths in my writing was my ability
to make the reader see with their minds eye the scene I'd set.
So I'm so glad that she was right!
Thanks honey!
AML
Anna
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