The Astronomer's gaze

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She offers me a slice of peach ,
I look to the stars instead.
She lifts a burning ember
-as tribute to my face-
then counts the stars like seconds,
her voice is as a child’s,
counting slow and with surprise
then with self-admonishment 
she looks at me and tuts,
her finger numbers them- again.
She leans backwards, elbows
into the sand
and tells me she is bored 
with counting and huffs
for my attention,  I turn my gaze
to a newly cleared moon,
then with closed eyes I sigh.
She sits up and clasps her knees
and looking at the  fire hums
a tune from antiquity.
Then retrieving the peach
she offers it to me again-
this time against my lips.
‘You've finished counting stars then?’
I ask, with eyes still closed
and add  ‘Persephone’.
I know she smiles, as I feel the
shape of her mouth
against my lips.


Words and image Tommy Carroll

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Tommy Carroll

Fri 21st Sep 2018 12:00

Keith, ta. As with Ray's comment I appreciate your thinking about the verse.

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Tommy Carroll

Fri 21st Sep 2018 11:57

Thanks for your comment Ray.
I'm abaht 3 or 4 times a week reading post.

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keith jeffries

Sat 14th Jul 2018 10:37

I enjoyed this poem for its rich imagination. Beware of Persephone as she lives in the underworld and is mischievous.
Well done and thank you

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Thu 12th Jul 2018 20:34

Really nicely rounded thoughts and detail Tommy - A balance of attraction and playfulness gives us some true insight. Nice poem. I was only thinking where had you gone recently, and here you are - abaht that!


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