There's an empty cottage
at the end of this lane
Jane said
and there's a large apple tree
in the garden
and no one goes there
so maybe we can look
through the windows
and see what's there
sounds good
you said
and she smiled at you
in her shy manner
and brushed her fingers
through her long black hair
and breathed in
the summer air
and there were birds
flying overhead
and a small brook
running along side
the lane
and you felt happy
being there with her
looking at her profile
at the way her eyes
looked about her
and her flowered summer dress
she said her mother made
and the way she swayed
her hips as she walked
and you sensed her nearness
her just being there
just a fingertip away
and when you came
to the empty cottage
she ran ahead and peered
through the windows
and you came along beside her
and looked through the glass
at the emptiness within
and she said
let's see if the doors are locked
and she ran to the door
and pushed but it was locked
and she said
just a chance we could have gone in
and pretended it was ours
and imagined where
we could have put our furniture
and we could have gone up the stairs
and looked out and pretended
it was our bedroom
and we had just married
and then she was silent
and you stood behind her
and touched her arm
and said
let's go pick some apples
and you can pretend
you're going to cook
an apple-pie
for our dinner instead
and she smiled
and gently pressed her lips
on your cheek
a small wet warmness
entered you
and oh
you thought
as she ran to the tree
that she would always be here
just the summer sun
and she in her beautifulness
and 13 year old me.
Terry, you made me fall in love again. Amazing. Thank you for this work of wonder.
Wonderful! You have a real gift for telling a story, as I have seen in some of your other poems. Congratulations for having this one selected as member poem of the day!
I am not sure if people are so meticulous, so elaborate and assiduous about their love. I beg apology to all my love as these lines go through me. Beautifull poem.
Another winner! I do so like your poems about love. They are some of your best.
Passionate teenage romance just out of a Mills & Boon volume. Sweet and captivating. Thanks a lot.
and looked out and pretended it was our bedroom and we had just married and oh you thought as she ran to the tree that she would always be here
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I fully loved your poem and feel some love in there mixed with some emotions kind of like that apple pie that girl wanted to make. Forreal I wish more people would read this because this is such a beautiful poem, (I guess that's why you gave the poem that title,) that speaks to me. I truely hope that you make more poems like this in the future and tell me, (I'll probably end up reading each one.) You are a real artist of words that can probably read hearts and speak them out loud. Maybe, one day, I can read hearts like you. -Fox_TaIL-