I said I'd work in the garden
But outside the rain poured down
Just one blackbird looked up at me
As I stood on the verandah
A bamboo bush swayed in the wind
Dirty clouds scudded across the sky
The leafless fruit trees quite silent
Singing came from my now clean spouse
So went back in to light a fire
She now emerged with glowing skin
Looking like an artist's painting
Hanging on a gallery wall
Clearly now I was not a monk
For a stirring need was so dire
Image of Nude-art-043 by G. Gull found at https://fineartamerica.com
Nothing is better than a fireside yearning,
ReplyDeleteSo much for the work in the garden then!! :)
ReplyDeleteHmmmm :)
ReplyDeleteLovely sweet lines.
When needs must! another enchanting poem Old Egg
ReplyDeleteClouds and rain to satiate the green!
ReplyDeleteYour poem is a painting, Robin! I can picture the vivid scene!
ReplyDeleteNo monk indeed! :)
ReplyDeleteThis made me smile. I can see her glowing face.
ReplyDeleteHard to do yard work in the rain...better to spend the evening by the fire.
ReplyDeleteChoices choices 😃
ReplyDeleteNice one Robin
Much love...
Nothing like fireside, a glowing spouse, and a gentle rain! Well said!
ReplyDeleteThose stirring can be so telling ;)
ReplyDeleteSoo romantic!!
ReplyDeleteSuch stirrings must be answered ;)
ReplyDeleteVery sensual and successful capture of the worlds different layers of beauty.
ReplyDeleteThanks for posting.
Such a loving piece of writing, a beautiful poem.
ReplyDeleteInteresting reflection. We who love your poetry are grateful you are not a monk.
ReplyDeletePerfect build-up to the last line.
ReplyDeleteA beautiful moment made for you. (by you)
ReplyDeleteBeautifully sketched and brilliantly pinned - figuratively and literally - to that fire.
ReplyDeleteA beautiful and sensual poem. Who's be a monk?
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What makes this poem sing for me is your attention to detail in describing the day, and beauty of your wife.
ReplyDeleteThe blackbird knew the end of this tale!
ReplyDeleteMy Whirligig poem