Hello people,
I am meant to be thinking about writing a prose piece or one of those essay things that everyone seems to be very good at writing and publishing. I do have one brewing. It’s stuck in the recesses of my brain and is doing a very good job of refusing to come out. So as it’s not playing, I’ve been scribbling and reading old works etc and all I keep doing is writing poems. And I’m building up quite a stack. So apologies, but I’m publishing this one, and maybe some more as well.
Entwining Hands and Hearts
We sit in the garden under the old beech tree,
drinking tea, being comfortable,
the late spring sunlight streaming
through the newly opened leaves.
The new soft green vegetation filters mellow yellow sun.
Speckled shadows dance at my feet like mischievous imps
and the sound of softly cooing doves can be heard in the distance.
We stumble across a café we have never noticed before.
Narrow and tall it has a slightly claustrophobic feel about it;
it feels old, almost musty and yet, strangely welcoming.
Small but agreeable the café is a good place to sit and talk.
The coffee is good, strong and pleasant,
coming in large white cups and refills are plentiful.
We sit with our hands curled around the warm china
drinking in each other together with the caffeine.
We stop to rest and snack in a pleasant little cafe of
white wood clad walls and red Formica tables.
Civilisation at its most commercial.
Plastic, knives and forks to
minimise on the washing up, it is
surprising that the plates aren’t disposable too.
But the food is comforting and
Despite the plastic cup, the tea just about drinkable.
Cafe tea I call it, needing at least 1 sugar to make it palatable.
We sit in cafes and drink hot chocolate and cappuccinos.
Munch languidly through muffins and croissants.
We walk in parks, admiring views from the top of steep slopes,
panting with the exertion and exhilaration.
Entwining our hands and our hearts.
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