A tingling, a taste of the past.
Before it started. Before time.
Such memories would have been nice.
Though winter packed a punch that year,
Us two, wrapped up in desire,
Barely remarked the snow and ice.
For we, young and unbreakable,
Took slippery falls in our stride
And bought up love at any price.
Until the day they came.
People fall in love even in the worst of times. The title & last line "Until the day they came" plus the selected poem descriptors (tyranny) & accompanying picture (the knock at the door) evoke creeping facism. Fervently hoping common sense and freedom will prevail. But we humans will always fall in love come what may! A poem that has a touch of hope and a large dollop of sorrow. Well done, Stephen.
Thank you, Graham and Rolph. I'm glad that this poem stirs memories and gives rise to different interpretations. The last line could refer to various, and sometimes rather sinister, events.
And my sincere thanks to everyone who liked this poem.
Mon 10th Feb 2025 14:09
Hello Stephen,
I love how your poem touches on the transient nature of youth and love, highlighting both the joy of a time without care and the inevitable changes that life brings. 😊
Regards,
Rolph
Well this is intriguing! In fact it reminded me of our first start (my wife and me). We started with nothing at 19 and 18 respectively, a succession of flats/rooms.
I like this piece's brevity and the cliff-hanger last line too!
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Stephen Gospage
Tue 11th Feb 2025 21:49
I very much appreciate your comment, Hélène. There must have been so many instances where young love bloomed, just before the was the knock on the door, be it Nazi Germany or in the USSR or in many other dictatorial regimes.. They would have known love but not lived to have the memory. Love and life cut short. All so tragic.
Thank you so much once again.