Memories

A poem I have come back to many times. Dangerously close to sentimentality, but a challenge to get it right. Normally I'd wait a long time before anyone else would get to see it, but the last draft has been sitting there for ages out-staring me.

Two Lovers Sunbathing

 

Two lovers sunbathing on the grass

in a weave of meadow sounds;

laughter swishing them

round and around.

Together,

falling into the infinite blueness of the sky,

their hands clasped,

grasping eternity in an afternoon.

One sunny afternoon

forty years ago.