For contented memories
Je ne sais quoi...
the privileged nights...
Sequestered kleitoris -
the little hill...
lies beneath a now gray field...
the Rosetta-stone of her long life...
Once awash in secreted desires...
Contains the inscriptions of the men of her life...
I pictured an eldery lady sitting in a rocker recalling the memeories.Your writing gives the reader the vision of the words.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Beautifully worded. An ageing woman remembering her past lovers.......no sadness here, just a celebration of life. Love, Fran xx