I went back of course
Nothing could keep me away
As I'd lost her there
There down by the sea
Where I first saw her paddling
Honey faced beauty
Picking up pebbles
Singing happy eyes shining
But then she saw me
She dropped the stones
Her hands holding them no more
She stared back at me
I waved but passed by
Walked to the beach's far end
And sat by a rock
Took out my sketchbook
The sea battering the rocks
Drawing the scene
By some miracle
Curious she came up to see
This strange intruder
She sat behind me
Watching but said not a word
Just meditating
After a few sketches
I turned round to look at her
"Want one?" I asked
First she shook her head
The changed her mind then nodded
Chose the best ink sketch
I feel guilty now
Because we became lovers
She was beautiful
Didn't last of course
My golden world turned to brass
After joyful spell
Strict parents found out
They forbade future meeting
So my earth collapsed
I go back there still
I'm still waiting for the day
When she will return
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This reminded me of your mermaid series..i love the narrative style and could picture 'you'..young and sitting on the rocks happily sketching..
ReplyDeleteLot of hope at the end of the poem... maybe she will return!
ReplyDeleteI agree, love the optimism at the end!
ReplyDeleteyou can sketch nostalgia so well - pulled along with the longing from start to finish of your poem
ReplyDeleteHope the waiting will end soon. Nice memories! :)
ReplyDeleteSometimes what one waits for comes in a different form! May the wait be rewarded...and yes, as telltaletherapy says, you can sketch nostalgia very well.
ReplyDeleteOh such a longing Robin...a pull to this place like the never ending waves!
ReplyDeleteWaiting for love can take a thousand years but would still be ok!
ReplyDeleteHank
This is sketched so brightly, I can see the whole scene........I love how you began and ended in the same place, wishing for her return.
ReplyDeleteYou have such a knack for telling a complete story that unfolds so beautifully before the reader!
ReplyDeleteA bitter sweet tale of young love. Those were the days of innocence.
ReplyDeleteAnd for some reason, we are attracted to these bittersweet tales over and over again.
DeleteYes, we return, hoping for different endings.
ReplyDeleteSad but with memorable times hopefully one day we will read a happier ending.
ReplyDeleteNice how you recount this sad love story. I like the setting and the fact that the narrator sketches. The story is touching, because we can all remember young love. For some of us it was forbidden too. Good writing!
ReplyDeleteAnother beautiful vignette of love.
ReplyDeleteEnjoyed
I'm happy you dropped in at my Sunday Lime this week
Much love...
I have seen that idea of "return" many times, but I think more often than not, one realizes the object of one's facination was not real...or not as we thought.
ReplyDeleteWe wish for a return to things that can never be. The human condition.
ReplyDeletesomehow the sea beckons us to fall in love. Or does it taunt us?
ReplyDeleteA lovely place to return to if only for a moment.
Thank you for another lovely, romantic tale.
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