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Spoken Word

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Spoken Word

Beneath billowy clouds
We lay together on a red tartan blanket
Sated from our picnic lunch
The warmth of sun on skin
and sweet summer wine on lips
Wildflowers he picked and carefully
threaded into my hair
Heady, hypnotic moments
As butterflies danced
and dragonflies hovered
All in the golden afternoon

I hear the three voices
Loud and clear
His, speaking of his love for me
Mine, repeating his words back
but inaudibly so he would not hear
Then that of my conscience
as always, keeping me silent 
and so his words will remain
just echoes in my mind
and the events of this day
only memories


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Sanaa is hosting D'Verse Poets and has prompted us with choosing three
Lewis Carroll poems from the list she provided and weave them into a poem
of our own.  I chose:

Echoes
The Three Voices

All in the Golden Afternoon

  22 comments for “Spoken Word”

  1. Anita
    March 19, 2022 at 9:36 am

    Absolutely stunning

    • Christine Bolton
      March 19, 2022 at 1:43 pm

      Thank you Anita! ☺️💕

  2. ben Alexander
    March 10, 2022 at 2:20 pm

    but inaudibly so he would not hear
    Then that of my conscience
    as always, keeping me silent

    Very realistic, but it makes me want to shout – no – don’t stay quiet!

    -David

    • Christine Bolton
      March 15, 2022 at 8:43 am

      Yes, she is overly cautious! Thanks David ☺️💕

  3. pvcann
    March 10, 2022 at 10:00 am

    Keeping her cards close, delightful read.

    • Christine Bolton
      March 10, 2022 at 1:42 pm

      Thank you Paul ☺️

  4. Carol Congalton
    March 9, 2022 at 5:28 pm

    It sounds like she wasn’t that into him[?] A great write!

    • Christine Bolton
      March 10, 2022 at 9:53 am

      Thanks Carol. I just think she was overly cautious maybe! ☺️💕

  5. Björn Rudberg (brudberg)
    March 9, 2022 at 3:24 pm

    This wonderful scene made me think of Alice just before she plunges into the rabbit hole

    • Christine Bolton
      March 10, 2022 at 9:54 am

      Yes! It was not intentional but you’re right. Thanks Bjorn ☺️

  6. sanaarizvi
    March 9, 2022 at 9:56 am

    This is absolutely STUNNING, Christine 😀 I love the stream of consciousness flowing in this poem especially; “Wildflowers he picked and carefully/Threaded Into my hair/Heady, hypnotic moments/As butterflies danced.” You made my day! Thank you so much for writing to the prompt 💝💝💝💝

    • Christine Bolton
      March 10, 2022 at 9:58 am

      Thank you so much Sanaa. You made it easy fr us with your lovely prompts. ☺️❤️

  7. paeansunplugged
    March 9, 2022 at 5:22 am

    Ooh, that ending! It contrasts beautifully with thr opening lines.

    • Christine Bolton
      March 9, 2022 at 9:37 am

      Thanks Punam. This was one where I really didn’t know where I was going with the prompt’s poem titles 😦 I’m happy it worked 👍❤️

      • paeansunplugged
        March 12, 2022 at 8:37 am

        It worked beautifully. You are welcome. 😊❣️

  8. michnavs
    March 9, 2022 at 4:55 am

    Oh so lovely Christine

    • Christine Bolton
      March 9, 2022 at 9:36 am

      Thank you Mich ☺️💕

  9. kaykuala
    March 9, 2022 at 3:49 am

    just echoes in my mind
    and the events of this day
    only memories

    Love your close Christine. It’s a classic anti-climax to the earlier stanzas!

    Hank

    • Christine Bolton
      March 9, 2022 at 9:35 am

      Hi Hank! Thanks so much ☺️💕

  10. Sadje
    March 9, 2022 at 1:52 am

    So beautiful Christine

    • Christine Bolton
      March 9, 2022 at 9:35 am

      Thanks dear Sadje ☺️💕

      • Sadje
        March 9, 2022 at 9:58 am

        You’re welcome

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