Like Walking On The Moon

It was this time of year last winter

Christmas all but forgotten,

Swans drifting by on the frozen pond.

The forced hyacinths

Exuding their brutal, almost death - like scent,

In the hush of winter,

Love came my way.

 

Two people lost really

Standing on the bridge,

Looking down into the swirling current,

The weir that flowed continuously,

Crashing icy cold,

As we watched the endlessness of it,

With freezing fog enveloping us,

It was like walking on the moon.

 

Sitting outside that deserted suburban cafe

With carrot cake

And steaming coffee,

Fleecy gloved finger tips touching,

Both lost in our daydreams,

In our own secret world.

 

The heavy snow came in February

And we huddled into the garden centre,

Watching the tropical fish

So bright and gleaming,

Passing time viewing the show gardens

And gazebos,

Forever ouside looking in.

 

I felt somewhere deep inside I could really make it work

But something held us back

And he went away,

Away from the winter love.

The parkland between us opened up

As he walked further and further

Into the snowy distance,

As the shadows grew longer

Beneath the solitary sky . . . .

🌷 (5)

◄ The Stranger

The Wage Earner ►

Comments

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Wardah

Sat 20th Jan 2018 22:01

Lovely imagery Hannah and its beautifully sad too...

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Jon

Fri 19th Jan 2018 00:06

Hi Hannah
Great poem. I especially enjoyed the last stanza and could clearly see the scene as though i was watching a movie end.
Sad and honest but conveyed very well

Michael

Sun 14th Jan 2018 01:15


nice work.
The title speaks volumes.
where is centre gravity?
Not dismal bliss .... surely.

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suki spangles

Fri 5th Jan 2018 04:06

Hi Hannah,

Wishing you a Happy New Year. Have a good one!

Suki

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Frances Macaulay Forde

Fri 5th Jan 2018 04:00

Yes, to all above. Also a gentle knowing, that he wouldn't stay - like the ice, the snow and the freezing fog.
I do love your poetic sensibility and honesty, Hannah.

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Graham Sherwood

Wed 3rd Jan 2018 15:52

V3 and V4 have the real sense of passion in this piece. You convey the sense of an ephemeral relationship particularly well. Almost expecting (not wanting) it to fail.
Could be your best?

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LEON STOLGARD

Wed 3rd Jan 2018 10:14

wonderfully wistful Hannah

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Kayleigh Denton

Tue 2nd Jan 2018 23:44

Hauntingly beautiful.

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