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Oct 17 10, 15:16
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Mosaic Master
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Son of a Preacher Man
My stomach somersaulted as we met where the brook tapered to a trickle. Fingers linked, we sauntered through tickling grass; he plucked me a daisy posy.
Horse chestnut crowned the hillock; we sat beneath its canopy on a clover patch, the curved trunk our love-seat back. Steam trains hissed passed as we picnicked on cup cakes and ice cream soda.
Sun blazed; the leafy drapes eclipsed our first kiss -- eyes open, lips closed, breaths held until breathless.
In best lemon dress and cream straw hat, I sat beside him on dark oak on Sunday morning. He looked manly in grey suit with maroon tie, hair Brylcreemed back.
His hand brushed mine -- he threw me a shy smile. I blushed, hoped no one noticed our heart-hidden romance. Granny might have guessed, hawk eyes always watching.
We were love-bug bitten -- a ten year old school girl and Baptist Preacher’s son … three years my junior.
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Oct 18 10, 02:06
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Dear Eisa,
Totally captivating. The last line really threw me, and jarred everything else into place. Well done.
The only possible nit :
a ten year old school girl and Baptist Preacher’s son
could be
I a ten year old school girl and he the Baptist Preacher’s son
Loved the "borrowed" title ! That's a trick I use often.
Love Alan
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Oct 20 10, 16:39
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QUOTE (Alan @ Oct 18 10, 08:06 ) Dear Eisa,
Totally captivating. The last line really threw me, and jarred everything else into place. Well done.
The only possible nit :
a ten year old school girl and Baptist Preacher’s son
could be
I a ten year old school girl and he the Baptist Preacher’s son
Loved the "borrowed" title ! That's a trick I use often.
Love Alan Hi Alan This is a bit different to my usual - I wish I could think along these lines more often. Thanks for the suggestion for the final lines - I did have the same originally, but trimmed them back for conciseness. I'll think on that one. I was going to call it Preacher's Boy - then the words of the song suddenly cam to me! This is one I really enjoyed writing. Thanks for your comments. Love Snow
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Oct 21 10, 12:16
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LOVE it! Thank you for sharing it. Hugs Bev
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Oct 21 10, 16:07
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Is the song from the Tarantino movie??? Pulp Fiction? Hated the movie!!!!!!!!!
You have cast a better light on the song!
Bev
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Oct 21 10, 19:31
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The only son of a preacher man.....yea I loved it Eira, very well done. Steve
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Oct 25 10, 14:09
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Thanks Bev - I was thinking of the Dusty Springfield version (showing my age now - LOL!) Snow
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Oct 25 10, 14:10
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QUOTE (ohsteve @ Oct 22 10, 01:31 ) The only son of a preacher man.....yea I loved it Eira, very well done. Steve Thanks Steve Take care! Snow
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Oct 26 10, 18:20
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Lol, Eira, you had me in stitches towards the end!! Wonderful poem. You're so versatile.
No nits at all. And Bev and you have taught me about the borrowed title. I also hate Tarantino movies, I saw just one and refused any repeats. So I have zero knowledge of the movie's songs. But I relate to your viewing oldies, at the moment I've been seeing plenty, enjoying them thoroughly!
I wonder what that signifies?? Hmmm....
Hugs, Syl***
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Mis temas favoritos The Lord replied, my precious, precious child, I love you and I would never leave you. During your times of trial and suffering, when you see only one set of footprints, it was then that I carried you.
"There is no life higher than the grasstops Or the hearts of sheep, and the wind Pours by like destiny, bending Everything in one direction."
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Oct 27 10, 06:37
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QUOTE (Psyche @ Oct 27 10, 00:20 )
Lol, Eira, you had me in stitches towards the end!! Wonderful poem. You're so versatile.
No nits at all. And Bev and you have taught me about the borrowed title. I also hate Tarantino movies, I saw just one and refused any repeats. So I have zero knowledge of the movie's songs. But I relate to your viewing oldies, at the moment I've been seeing plenty, enjoying them thoroughly!
I wonder what that signifies?? Hmmm....
Hugs, Syl*** Syl!!! It's so good to see you here I'm glad you liked this one. It originated from a distant memory of a childhood sweatheart ... I never dreamed I would be able to complete the poem, but as little memories came back it became easier. It was fun to write! As for the old movies - some are the best! Hugs Snow
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Oct 27 10, 16:42
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Hi Eira!
I'm glad to be back too, the days in sun kissed Bariloche are long enough for me to do all sorts of things...wow....and you just can't even get near to imagining the view from Roberto's apartment, which happens to be a duplex!!! I feel like a Queen!!!
Yes, your poem is a sweet tribute to erstwhile romances of youth... How different from nowadays! You'd be trainspotting after having gone all the way, not eating cupcakes!! Or some such mix...
Was Brylcreem spelt with 2 'ee's'? LOL, what a stupid nit.
Must have a peep elsewhere before the PC is claimed.
Hugs, Syl***
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Mis temas favoritos The Lord replied, my precious, precious child, I love you and I would never leave you. During your times of trial and suffering, when you see only one set of footprints, it was then that I carried you.
"There is no life higher than the grasstops Or the hearts of sheep, and the wind Pours by like destiny, bending Everything in one direction."
Sylvia Plath, Crossing the Water, Wuthering Heights. Nominate a poem for the InterBoard Poetry Competition by taking into careful consideration those poems you feel would best represent Mosaic Musings. For details, click into the IBPC nomination forum. Did that poem just captivate you? Nominate it for the Faery award today! If perfection of form allured your muse, propose the Crown Jewels award. For more information, click here!MM Award Winner
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Oct 27 10, 18:02
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QUOTE (Psyche @ Oct 27 10, 22:42 ) Hi Eira!
I'm glad to be back too, the days in sun kissed Bariloche are long enough for me to do all sorts of things...wow....and you just can't even get near to imagining the view from Roberto's apartment, which happens to be a duplex!!! I feel like a Queen!!!
Yes, your poem is a sweet tribute to erstwhile romances of youth... How different from nowadays! You'd be trainspotting after having gone all the way, not eating cupcakes!! Or some such mix...
Was Brylcreem spelt with 2 'ee's'? LOL, what a stupid nit.
Must have a peep elsewhere before the PC is claimed.
Hugs, Syl***
Hi Syl I wish I could see those views - any chance of some photos on FB? Yes - wasn't life & love different --- innocent when we were young! I prefered not growing up too soon. Yes, I spelt Brylcreem wronly & looked it up on ebay LOL! and found it was 2 ee's Hugs Snow
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