Poetry Month, day 26
For A list with a twist at "imaginary garden with real toads" we are asked to create our own list of five items to write about. What I haven't done is name my – er – items, but I've listed them by other characteristics, and the title tells you the category.
Wrong Men
The ship's deck
cold under stars.
A hidden corner;
your warm hands.
Your father advised,
two years later:
Don't marry. You,
sadly persuaded, obeyed.
***
Dazzling dancing man,
lover of jazz ...
we both were.
I still am.
Oh long ago
so briefly wed,
wild gambling man ...
our parting sobs.
***
You bent deliberately
for that kiss.
I reached up,
standing on tiptoe.
Lamplight and incense,
our mingled hair.
But the secrets
broke us later.
***
Your face appeared
always sunlit, eyes
blue-green oceans
for my swimming –
yet you lived
in engulfing dark.
Until your escape
forever into light.
***
Our lovely laughter!
How you delighted
my foolish heart,
sweet wicked boy.
Knew you fae –
forgot those can't
attach humanly; also
I can't fly.