Maidenhead

Published on by Laura Bloomsbury

For R/B before love was fully grasped

Between the falling in love parts
there are some who adjure
through the craquelure
with their forlorn hopes and hearts
like ours, beating too fast

Now if it comes to that
I see you still, with a very young cat 
such an orphaned ménage 
in that underground age
when over the threshold I strolled.
Fresh flushed and green like the Mexican grass
as the tempo flowed and  the compass 
spun. Where the flowers grew
in pure acid hues 
going madcap to Maidenhead on that first trip
just when love was so dreamy and hip
eyes of sky blue and signalling stars
- yet the future could never be ours

When it comes to the falling from love part
what else could it be but departure
some separate ways, the simplest finale
we said 'sayonara', a feeling of weary. 
Two transient drifters caught in a cleft.
Why now do I feel so bereft?
  • Maidenhead – a London suburb by the river Thames

For Lisa’s Open Link Night and her optional prompt of a Phyllis Bramson mixed media painting “Between the Falling in Love Parts” the title of which I’ve incorporated into the the first line of this poem

19 thoughts on “Maidenhead”

  2. The imagery you chose to use is as dreamy as the Bramsom painting, Laura, and with a built-in forlornness. The lines that begin with “Where the flowers grew” are especially beautiful.

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  3. I haven’t been to Maidenhead in years, but it’s as good a place as any to make a ‘first madcap trip’. I love the wistful closing couplet.

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  4. Laura, I like how you used the title of the painting in the first line and then later shifted the line with from. This line is so potent and alive:

    “Fresh flushed and green like the Mexican grass / as the tempo flowed and the compass / spun”

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