when the first of the dry leaves
breezed in from the sea
and netted itself in the curtain
I knew you'd be ready to leave
- but wasn't our summer special?
you mocked my old piano
we churned a few love songs together
laughter in our lyrics
first time ever I'd posed for anyone
half clothed and perfumed
such memorable months
I barely recall leaving the room
I shall miss you
but not enough to stare at blank walls
make intricate roses out of magazines
no, I just set sail a couple of paper boats
burnt them like Viking lovers
now there's an autumn of others to harvest
© Laura Granby 2016
For Mindlovemiserie’s Menagerie ‘I shall miss you’ theme: Writing Prompt #173 ‘Collage 28’
and uniting with fellow versifiers at Poetry Pantry
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I really love those closing lines Laura, gorgeous work, your writing is so professional and so poignant
thank you for such encouraging words – what would I do without your prompts though?
That is so sweet. It is you guys (my lovely participants) that are the heart of the group =)
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That’s the right attitude. How else would we get through another year, first the autumn harvest, then cuddling up warm in winter and who knows what will give rise in spring?!
true love maybe? ❤
Love the end…how the autumn leaves wrap around the poem.
autumn’s mellow sense of loss and change
Once again you had me captivated from the first image to the parting strength.. we must move on to reap another harvest and see the next ship in the night..
’til we find the deep harbour 😉
Love this. “Not enough to make paper roses”.
Memories without promise or heartbreak..very nice…bkm
thank you Barbara – paper hearts are never broken – only torn a little!
To enjoy an experience fully, though knowing it will end, is not easy…..a chapter passes, but (alas) in autumn will be others!
true Mary – not much is forever
Ahhhh – I feel as if I’ve just enjoyed a romantic novel. Beautifully written!
(I replied to your comment at ‘I Wish’ – want to make sure you see.)
that is something! – thank you because poetry is condensed literature perhaps. p.s. thank you for your delicious ‘I wish’ comment too
now there’s an autumn of others to harvest… sigh.. this is stunning! ❤
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luv the portent of dry leaves to begin with; it resonates well with ease at which your wisdom relates to life goes on and the willingness to other harvests of loving
much love…
spot on – a portent from the outset but not a sad one as may be assumed at first!
I do love the way you use the autumn, both to write about the end of that affair, but even more on how you’re coping in that second stanza… Wonderful work.
thank you Bjorn – seasons often run through my verse – must be the child of nature tendency
That is such a striking image, and concept that, seeing the last leaf caught in the curtain “I knew you’d be ready to leave”…….
was trying to avoid the predictable rhyme and found a better way of saying it
I like this poem. Such a positive ending……..”now there’s an autumn of others to harvest”
thank you -I’m learning to avoid harvesting sour grapes in autumn!
Loved, loved this–the rhythm of it–the imagery–the emotional landscape you paint–
nice way of putting it ’emotional landscape’ 🙂
poignant note of the passage of time is so gorgeously sung….
glad you felt it sings too as that is incorporated in the relationship
So many layers of sensation and response here. That last line is a stunner, and not at all straightforward. Could be delivered in many tones of voice: ruthless, defiant, vindictive, accepting, resigned. A whole summer-that-was captured so sparely.
once heard Kate’s ‘Taming of the Shrew’ delivery in not such contrite tones as the words seemingly suggest and indeed the last lines are ambivalent or at least ambiguous