Dark-eyed girls
Their olive skin glowing with a fire
That is hidden to me
Watch with intense indifference
As late afternoon’s Sun
Its orange hue streaked through
With veins of envy
Slices shadows across the Square
Dances patterns on breeze-kissed pools
Fountain-fed like babes in arms
Then dips its head once more
From sight
Raise drinks to their mouths
As if in a celebratory toast
Words lipped to the sky
To fall as a screen to their hearts
Their eyes alight briefly
Hint for a second at a truth only they can see
And are lost to me again
Like sunset.
Sunset
20 Sunday Dec 2015
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There’s some haunting imagery here, Chris. It burns into my mind actually…
Ha, ha! Thanks Tony, I appreciate that!
Such an evocative piece I agree with Tony.I can see it all so clearly. Wishing you a very happy Christmas. Kindest regards Mark.
Thank you, Mark. All the best to both Chris and yourself
” like sunset ” ….pure , mysterious , soulful beauty in those two words ….your hinting at this holy moment astounds me this rainy morning following the solstice…love megxxx ( merry Christmas dear friend )
So glad that you liked this, Meg. Hope you have a restful Christmas. My very best wishes for the new year.
Reads like one of those dreams which are confounding yet soothing. Stunning imagery!
Merry Christmas to you and the family.
Thank you. This did start itself from words I woke up with, so I’m pleased you thought they worked. All the best and I hope the new year is good to you.
Nearly every man I’ve known loved brown eyes girls with dark skin. No idea why blondes or redheads even feature.
Interesting. Perhaps it’s genetic, perhaps to do with demographics – whatever happened to blondes having more fun? Thanks for your thoughts.
Well, me being a non brunette I was very envious of them whatever it was!