My Scarlet Woman

Amongst the oaks and the maples and shrubbery so green
Runs a translucent flow, a stream so pristine
It's meandering contours hugging the land
Takes me back to the day, we met unplanned

The sky was pale blue on this hot summers day
Cotton wool clouds in mesmerising display
It's as if you could reach out and brush with your hand
This candy floss coating ceiling our land

Many meadows I walked through capturing the sounds
Listening to her marvels in cinema surround
Technicolour rainbows so radiant to the eye
Such beauty in nature, understandably why

I reach the turn-style that leads to the forest walk
Listening to the breeze through the trees as if they talk
These pillars of stature, as old as grandfathers years
Many stories they could tell, that would bring you to many tears

As I stroll through the leafy lanes, mapped out over many years
Trampled underfoot by it's inhabitants, badgers and beautiful red deer
I now reach the stream as I follow it's meandering flow
To a pool at it's end where past maidens bathed in glow

My ears now pick up sounds of singing and a splashing
Resonating from the pool, a glimpse of pink now flashing
A lady stands before me, bathing in the stream
Scarlet clothing in sporadic lay, am I in some kind of dream

I call out to this beauty as she turns and looks at me
Towards the bank she walks, and invites me in with she
Knee deep in crystal waters our bodies close in touch
My clothing now drifts away, the two of us in clutch

Into our eyes we both now look as blood flows through my veins
Her touch is soft and gentle, my hands now stroke her mane
Deeper we edge out as she floats and hugs my waist
The two of us in join in this beautiful serene quiet place

Our emotion creates commotion as our undulations reach the shore
Ripples of joy they are as underwater hands explore
The coldness incites a reaction, in pert and firm caress
In delightful blend we release, two souls in loving press

Kissing we reach the bank, on her summer dress we lie
Sighing in breathless spoon, we stare at the green canopy sky
Many, many hours have passed, lying naked below the peeking sun
This is the day I met my scarlet woman, the day our lives began





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Kendrick Avatar
July 7, 2010 at 6:52 AM
Great passionate, expressive, and descriptive work that you have presented to us in this one..Let your gift flow over onto the pages of soup and grace our lives with the beauty of your words..Sara
Brown Avatar
July 6, 2010 at 3:24 PM
Thank you for sharing your poetry with us here at PoetrySoup James. I hope you plan on being here and writing for years to come. It was a pleasure to read your poetry today. Wishing you the best always. Love, Carol
Devonshire Avatar
July 6, 2010 at 1:51 PM
Wow! What a terrific story behind this poem, James. I could see every action unfolding so vividly through your outstanding verse. A delight to read -- but where is my scarlet man? LOL Quite passionate and truly fabulous imagery. It goes to my favorites, dear Highlander. Love, Carolyn
Cole Avatar
July 6, 2010 at 12:21 AM
this is extremely evocative and well written....fantastic imagery and depth of feeling, well done , blessings x
Sweetheart Avatar
July 5, 2010 at 9:04 PM
Wonderfully romantic James ..building to its crescendo of magic togetherness.. finally forever.. a wonderful tale ..u should enter in one of the contests posted.. as u are on a roll.. with luv from the :Sweetheart" in Hawaii.. AlohA. Land...
Culverhouse Avatar
July 5, 2010 at 5:34 PM
yes it made me want to know more of this love...well done!
Mitchell Avatar
July 5, 2010 at 5:15 PM
This poem has 'audio' and 'video' : ) I enjoyed reading this. You made me want to read more!
Hales Avatar
July 5, 2010 at 2:42 PM
Now James that was exciting who is that scarlet woman......well penned poet friend xx
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