Poetry Friday : July 22, 2016.
She waits
Gently swinging
back and forth
Slowly sipping
cool, sweet tea
The air hangs heavy–
peonies
lemon grass
and magnolias
Two butterflies
dance upon a zephyr
A brave cottontail
hops close by
Robins
pull their breakfast
And a sparrow
chirps his song
But no one knows
what the groaning creaks
of the old wood swing
foretell
as morning shadows
grow shorter
and shorter
She waits
© 2016 Alice Nine
Inspired by a journal entry I wrote while leisurely enjoying an early morning on the screened-in porch of my dear friend in Tennessee.
Thank you Books 4 Learning for hosting this week’s round-up of poetry.
Your poem intrigues me, Alice!
“as morning shadows
grow shorter
and shorter
she waits” – if it were me, I’d be waiting for the Tucson heat to take hold – love the sweet tea! =)
I’m pretty sure that old swing is about to dump her on her behind!
Love the lines “Robins / pull their breakfast…” The beginning of the poem is idyllic, but does the ending foreshadow something less sunny? The mute but groaning swing and the shortening shadows are giving me little shivers of foreboding. Maybe there is another installment to this story?
Ah… you felt it, Violet! It didn’t start out that way, but as I made a couple changes in the choice of words, the foreboding suddenly emerged. And it makes me wonder what will happen.
What a mood this has!
Thank you for noticing. 🙂
I’ve idled time in that swing with the sweet southern tea. Thank you for the poem.
So glad you enjoyed it.