Shade

[Jerrybaldy]

I thought that perhaps, just there, maybe
in the damp green shade of the apple tree.
Or there, where the fishless stream,
meanders chilled, through summer’s dream.
Beneath the rusty swing perhaps,
where children fly to homelands,
unthumbed on old school maps.
On a beach out of reach, of human life,
by a silver scaled siren with a fishbone knife.
On a Tuesday afternoon, in a dust cloud room,
hushed piano, dormant,
yet still, I hum its tune.
At the orchard of budding goodbyes,
a plant in a pasture, of little white lies.
But I wish, that perhaps, just there, maybe,
in the damp green shade of the apple tree.

[Delta40]

**** the double decker tourist bus....

[hillwalker]

Some very evocative imagery of childhood here - and given your usual bittersweet cynicism I wasn't sure whether you were choosing a place in which to reminisce or in which to lie down and die.
Sad and uplifting at the same time. One of your best.

H

[Haunted]

This is unexpected of you...meditative with a literary flair. So many incredible imageries. I thought the apple tree was a temptation for a tryst that never happened. But when I read Hill's comment, it also clicks. But that makes me sad. Tell me it isn't so.

[MystyrMystyry]

And beyond the horizon - a delicate crack of thunder..?

[Jerrybaldy]

Thanks for your comments. Hill, right as always. MM, is that a Pink Floyd reference?

[zoolane]

Sound bit weird but it remind me of old person sit on veranda in rocking chair with pipe and cider. It vision the apple tree branch above they heads.