Sunday, February 1, 2015

Flash 55 — Boon's

 


There is power of place here,
Solid as mortared brick -
Ethereal as finespun memories.


I sip Earl Grey tea
On a waning winter day,
Remembering dark ale drunk
In the sunshine of youth at
That table, and that one by the
Pot-bellied stove.


Decades slipped away …
And his eyes are still the bluest blue.


_________

My post written in exactly 55 words for Flash 55, now hosted by the lovelies over at imaginary garden with read toads.
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22 comments:

Midlife Roadtripper said...

Ha@ Gotta love that. Power of place, Earl Grey. Decades slipped away.

All powerful images. Enjoyed it.

Lester Kish said...

Hi Lydia....Earl Grey sipped to the sound of a crackling pot-bellied stove. How timely. I plan on savoring that moment again....in a few hours.

Other Mary said...

Lydia, this is so lovely and subtle. What a joy to read. And I like your comment about about not responding here, and for using your time more wisely.

hedgewitch said...

Quite the capsule of memory, opened like a flower bud under the sunshine of place. Lovely 55, Lydia, and great to see you.

Grace said...

I like the melancholy blue mood Lydia ~ Good to take tea on a cold winter day ~

Björn Rudberg said...

SO much change.. from Ale to tea..form summer to winter... from youth to aging.. but still there are those things remaining the same.. this could be melancholic if you like to read it so, but it could also be about love that lasts.. I prefer to read it in a happy way. :-)

Marian said...

This is really lovely, and so easy to relate--we all have our place like this. Love it.

Kerry O'Connor said...

Ah, those last two lines just made this poem! You provide the context for an enduring love - never something to be taken for granted.

Mama Zen said...

Fabulous! Love the closing lines.

Grandmother (Mary) said...

Some memories are embedded forever, and, oh, those blue eyes...

Susie Clevenger said...

Beautiful..I know we all have that place where our mind travels in rewind.

Jazzbumpa said...

by the strangest coincidence
i am sipping on earl grey tea
as i read this at 4:30
on a winter afternoon

love the quasi-oxymoron of the first tercet

every reread reveals another layer

beautifully done

cheers
jzb

Susan said...

Who knows where the time goes? Love the detail in this poem.

Jim said...

Sounds like Boon's was the place to be 'back then.' Lots of memories. I'm glad 'Blue Eyes' should have been a keeper, I hope he was.
Very enjoyable reading, Lydia.
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kj said...

Oh Lydia, you spin a scene of such time and place. You are a poet, Lydia: bonafide

Love
kj

Magaly Guerrero said...

Oh, dear Lydia, that first stanza is a poem all by itself. So rich and full!

Fireblossom said...

Of course they are. Of course they are.

Kenn Merchant said...

Whoever this person with blue eyes is, I'm sure that they appreciated the sentiments in this poem. Fond memories through those decades I'm sure.

Kim Nelson said...

Decades slipping by... references to life experience and lessons learned... you convey real relationship and shared journey.

mythopolis said...

"I wish, I wish, I wish in vain - that I could simply in that room once again. Ten thousand dollars at the drop of a hat - I'd trade it all gladly if our lives could be like that." Bob Dylan

Lydia said...

How poignant, Mythopolis.

Freda said...

And the great thing is that I can relate to the poem directly in my Significant Other's eyes that after fifty years are still as blue. Every Blessing

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