Archontoula Alexandropoulou Poet Prose

Black and White Film Photography

It was midday, just before the end of spring and sunlight had conquered everything. Despite the heat, the leafy pergola above his mother's yard enclosed them in her natural cool shade. The sea was but some kilometres away, but the very idea of its presence invested the warm breeze with a soft aura. Some essence of the first flowery fragrances still lingered in the air and flowed downwards to meet the smell of fresh grass and the intense aroma of lemon and orange blossoms in the lower garden. The white bunches of the acacia blossoms sent their penetrating perfume up to their nostrils and exploded halfway upon encountering that irresistible redolence of the lilac on the hedge. How could one find the strength to get up from the chair when held captive by spring-tide?
          So they lingered in their embrace, nested in the cobble-yard, facing the tall wide-ledge windows, as if caught in the midst of a fairy circle made up of smells, colours and the feeling of each-other's tender presence. 
           He kissed her cheeks and he felt them like soft velvet peaches, he smelled her hair and thought he had plunged into a field decked with chamomile. 
          Funny. The feeling came back as vivid as ever, every time he touched the faded little picture in the family album. So black and white. Unlike the memory of his daughter in it.

Archontoula Alexandropoulou
March 9, 2015

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Wendy Rycroft July 3, 2016 at 6:57 AM You are a very good poet x Archontoula Alexandropoulou July 3, 2016 at 2:39 PM You are so kind, Wendy. Thank you.

Constance La France April 3, 2015 at 7:54 AM Archontoula, your poem is truly beautiful, so full of emotion, a perfect 7 rating for me, and congratulations on your wonderful win with it . . . Archontoula Alexandropoulou April 4, 2015 at 4:08 AM Dear Broken Wings, your rating honours me, your words even more. May you always send and receive kind words.

Dr. Upma A. Sharma April 2, 2015 at 4:21 AM Great imagery n a wonderful write my dear poet, and the concluding lines just awesome! Big congrats! Archontoula Alexandropoulou April 3, 2015 at 1:26 AM Thank you so much, Dr. Sharma. Loved your couplets as well. Our mind can see so much when imagination is unleashed on black and white, can't it?

Eve Roper March 31, 2015 at 11:46 AM Congratulations on your wonderful win beautiful imagery, a 7 Blessings eve Archontoula Alexandropoulou April 1, 2015 at 9:26 AM thank you Eve!

Paul Callus March 31, 2015 at 4:10 AM Hi! I immensly enjoyed the beautiful imagery in your captivating prose poem. Love the final lines. Congrats on your fine win. // paul Archontoula Alexandropoulou April 1, 2015 at 9:27 AM I am glad you liked it. thank you, Paul!

Jan Allison March 30, 2015 at 2:44 PM Dropping back with my congrats Archontoula:-) Hugs Jan xx Archontoula Alexandropoulou March 31, 2015 at 1:12 AM Thank you, Jan. You can drop by any time you like!

Eve Roper March 17, 2015 at 9:13 PM wonderful imaginary :) 7 Archontoula Alexandropoulou March 18, 2015 at 9:59 AM Thank you, Eve, you are very kind

Jan Allison March 9, 2015 at 2:03 PM you painted an amazing image in my mind from this vivid description - good luck in the contest I hope this does well for you:-) Hugs Jan xx 7 xx Archontoula Alexandropoulou March 9, 2015 at 4:07 PM thanks for "visualizing" my image, Jan. No text is alive until it has sparked pictures in a reader's mind. And thank you for your wishes