BLACK CHERRIES

Originally posted and written 21.06.2011 – Re-published as part of an Edenbray Retrospective – 2019

By rain, by the colour of her hair, by the sweet, soft fragrance of her cheek

The curls fell and warmed my senses like fragrant oil warmed by a winter sun

She could never take a step by me but by her own gentle manner and stealth

Only times extravagant hands could mould feelings so hard and scarred

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I met her on a Tues-a-day when a kite flew and hit the clouds in a bird’s egg sky

It were a bag of surprises that burst and spilled shapes, some honey and golden

It never dawned it was tangled wool in wild cherry branches, twisted and thorned

None were prettier, long-legged nor honest than the raven haired, rose-hipped Colene

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Not Betty Ball, not Mary Lane could catch a fire while my silken maid went a walkin’ by

Or smiled, or tidied her hair – for she and a garland of forest flowers were much sweeter,

She could lean like a willow ash, laugh like a spring of morning rain, speak so softly,

Bite like mosquitoes, leave hearts raw, sore or kiss like peaches dressed in rose petals …

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… it were a story never told nor finished

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writtenbyedenbray21.11.2019

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 A POEM REVIEW ~ “I WANT TO READ THIS POEM”

I tried to write this poem, raw and straight from the heart just as a love poem should be. Countless people know that numbing, paralysing feeling of being ‘hurt’ in love.
That is what I have tried to capture. The raven haired beauty ‘ a gaelic darling who is blissfuly unaware of the damage she does – until one day she feels that same raw, heart scrape of unrequited love. It’s cold, simple, uncomplicated and painful. ~ Aww just shocking!

~ edenbray

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#PROG-PROSE ~ A Progressive Love Poem – part of an #Edenbray retrospective – Re-posted today for a new generation!