Times Past (A poem)

At night
I watch the rise and fall
of your chest
I am back down by the river
a cider in each hand and laughter in the air
row boats and ducks floating by like messages in bottles
the strawberry sweetness stains my tongue
the time was now and the love was us

you leave hastily for work
the smell of your aftershave ignites the room
whisking me back to the first time
you asked me to dance
in the middle of the road,
with the flicker of the street light
as our beat

on our bench in the park there sits
an elderly couple holding hands, side by side
the sun shines gently on them, the birds sing them a song
you got down on your bad knee
asking us to be together
forever and always

a disregarded take-away box is on an empty tube seat
the strong smell of incense and spice
with music and colour
inflame my noise
arm in arm I cling to you

winter’s night air follows you in
wraps our bodies together tight
we embrace and breathe each other in

all of these times my love
we have much more to share
I will be happy to say
when I am old and grey
that I lived those times past

By Emma Jane Mackay

About Bunny's Pause

Hello, I'm a Author/Poet/Reviewer/Bookworm/Gamer/Music Lover/Wife and Mother! I review and recommend books as I LOVE to read! I am always on the lookout for new and upcoming books to expand my ever-growing library. If you have something you wish me to read and review, please contact me. I would be delighted to hear from you. Hop hop wiggle wiggle
This entry was posted in Poetry, writing and tagged , , . Bookmark the permalink.

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s