Moonlight so bright he felt It should
Have cast shadows on her skin
As she walked naked to the pool
And slid gracefully in.
Scarcely a ripple on the surface
As it enfolded her skin
Parted to allow her progress as
Each arm stroke thrust in.
A pagan water nymph
Under the light of the moon
A performance that sadly
All over too soon.
Robed and concealed
She towelled flowing hair
Unconscious of the fact
Anybody else had been there.
One last look at the pool
Then pulling her robe tight
Walked into the house
And inside for the night,
Innocent of the fact
She’d been on display.
The Watcher, the show over
Slipped carefully and quietly away
An unplanned walk
On a moonlit summer night
Giving the watcher
Brief, unexpected delight.
The rippless pool, flat and still
Glistened, shimmered and shone
Until a passing cloud drifted in
And the moon for a while was gone
Shadows Are My Past
When I was three or three and a half,
It was a long way down the hall.
Life was food and soapy baths,
Towelled off and feeling tall.
Then turning six and I could see,
The world of my tomorrow.
There was no thought of yesterday,
But a future for me to follow.
It's off to school where I must learn,
The things we need to know.
Do our sums and spell some words,
Till the teacher lets us go.
Then at fifteen years I'd had enough.
The system has done it's job,
It spat me out on the footpath,
Told me. “Join the workin mob”.
My Sun was high at twenty years,
And my shadow was quite small.
This proud heart had little fear,
Such as it is before a fall.
At thirty five the years flow by
Hard work will pay the bills.
Now I see how quick time flies
Life's questions, remain still.
My shadows will become longer
As my sun sinks in the west.
Regret nothing from the past,
Just remember all the best.
These shadows will amuse me,
In my endless, ageing days.
In these shadows I'll see visions,
Of myself at work and play.
post drizzle-logged
morning trek;
leaky boots
puddle splashed
sodden socks
peeled in a pile
by the door;
coffee's pot's
pungent pull
awaits
post dried off
head and
towelled feet.
Crystal Orb
embodied
in a crystal orb
water beads
an osmotic universe
or worlds in infancy?
towelled
Arriving home from work
Hearing soft music play
Dimmed lights all around
Scented candle bouquet
Trails of rose petals
Pinks and reds
In sparodic lay
On our bed, spread
I hear humming
Amidst water splashing
I look and view
Tanned skin flashing
Blond hair in soak
As her body gleams
My mind in roam
With instant dreams
She beckons me over
By the bath I kneel
As we share a kiss
I internally feel
My hand she takes
Standing naked to bare
Whilst generous suds
Ignite my stare
Into my arms she falls
Towelled with warm
On the petals we await
Our pending storm
Adventurous we become
Caressing and kissing
United in love
Sharing inner wishing
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