POSTCARD FROM THE GREEK ISLANDS, ROSES ON KOS Options

[Cybele]

ROSES ON KOS

We chanced today upon a garden fair,
the scent of roses carried on the air.
A black-garbed lady caught my eye.
From my impoverished store of Greek,
'Orea, Orea' said I.
Then, smiling with pleasure; she did not speak
but motioned me to wait - and cut and gave to me
a portion of her treasure !

All Rights reserved by Grace Galton as an unpublished work

[Guest__*]

Dear Grace

Another lovely slice of PC life (in the MM definition as invented by you ).

Coupla tiny ones :

We chanced today upon a garden fair,
the scent of roses carried on the air. -- in the air ? either, probably !
A black-garbed lady caught my eye.
From my impoverished store of Greek, -- From my meagre Greek ?
'Orea, Orea' said I.
Then, smiling with pleasure; she did not speak
but motioned me to wait - and cut and gave to me -- del "to" ?
a portion of her treasure !

Lovely, you really carture this little moments in a most delightful way (if this were a musical, that would lead us all to burst into song .....)

Love
Alan

[Cybele]

Hello again Alan

[b]Dear Grace

Another lovely slice of PC life (in the MM definition as invented by you ).

Coupla tiny ones :

We chanced today upon a garden fair,
the scent of roses carried on the air. -- in the air ? either, probably !

The scent was definitely carried on the air (wafted, really but I preferred carried)

A black-garbed lady caught my eye.
From my impoverished store of Greek, -- From my meagre Greek ?

I used impoverished Alan because I used to know quite a few words of Greek which have now escaped through the holes in my addled brain!


'Orea, Orea' said I.
Then, smiling with pleasure; she did not speak
but motioned me to wait - and cut and gave to me -- del "to" ?
a portion of her treasure !

Gave to me more aptly descibes the action Alan. This is a true story and those are the actual roses in the picture, which I took before they could wilt, so that I could always remember the moment.

Lovely, you really capture these little moments in a most delightful way (if this were a musical, that would lead us all to burst into song .....)

A little typo correction on 'carture  this little' Alan  

Love
Grace

[Guest_Dove_*]

what a unique and beautiful idea for a picture and piece of writing! i was captivated nonetheless by the moment, even though it was short.

the only nit I have would be L7, to delete the "and" after the hyphen.

and the line:

"From my impoverished store of Greek,"

made me smile wide....those languages are so hard to learn but so easy to forget!

[Cybele]

Hello Dove, (your very own emoticon)

Thank you so much for taking the time to read and comment on this short  postcard.  This is one of a series of PCs which I have written and it was the idea of Jox and Lori to use the photos which inspired the poems. It seems to be quite popular and I owe them my gratitude.

what a unique and beautiful idea for a picture and piece of writing! i was captivated nonetheless by the moment, even though it was short.

The reason for the brevity Dove was because it was meant to be able to fit on the back of a postcard, being sent home to friends, you know what an enjoyable chore that is, right??

the only nit I have would be L7, to delete the "and" after the hyphen.

I put both a hyphen and the word 'and' in here Dove, to indicate the natural pause  while she cut the flowers for me after motioning me to wait. I guess you had to be there  

and the line:

"From my impoverished store of Greek,"

made me smile wide....those languages are so hard to learn but so easy to forget!

Don't I know it. Years ago before I gave up the wicked weed. The first word I had to learn in any language was "ashtray". How sad it that? Haven't smoked now for ten years so I only remember a couple of the words too.


Cheers

Grace  

[Guest__*]

Short and sweet and full of delightful images. iblieve

[Cybele]

Dear iblieve,

Thank you for reading and taking the time to comment.
Your reply encapsulates the whole idea of the postcard.

Warm welcomes to the site. Hope you will feel as at home here as we all do  
[marquee]
[/marquee]

Cheers
Grace

[Arnfinn]

We chanced today upon a garden fair,
the scent of roses carried on the air.
A black-garbed lady caught my eye.
From my impoverished store of Greek,
'Orea, Orea' said I.
Then, smiling with pleasure; she did not speak
but motioned me to wait - and cut and gave to me
a portion of her treasure !


How's it goin'

Hmmmmmmm......Santorine (Thira.....)perhaps?...donky's...cats on window sills.?
Never been there?

Sand and long stemmed grass behind your hat?

No!... roses growing .....would be something flater.....

Orea? ???

Ah,... Every picture tells a story in 56 words.....


Now, the good thing about this poem is...you've written about something that 'stuck in your mind'....some little incident...that made you happy... something, never forgotten...a photo was taken...a magic moment...an experience...that once only happening...unique!

And you captured that happiness in your piece and spread out before us...

John.....Arnie

[Cybele]

G'day John,


How's things down under then?  Just starting your Summer, lucky.

But we aren't doing too badly, beautiful sunshine and mild weather every day except one since the start of November. Not warm enough for turkey on the beach though. (Christmas in Singapore!)

This is Kos John, a small island in the Dodecanese. Once beautifully secluded, (when we visited) now mainly spoilt by tourism.

Glad you enjoyed it. G'donya!  

Shootin thru now

Love

Grace  

P.S Sorry John, Orea means beautiful.