Soda Siphon Wars

I forgive the tears and hurt,
those years I sought and never found.
For missing clues, and broken glass
in pictures made of butterfly wings

I forgive you for the summer climb,
of black sloe berries sour to taste.
Scratched legs and thorn pricked fingers,
and lemonade in litre bottles.

I forgive the middle drawer,
of packet candies ruining meals.
Cider hopes in wind dropped apples;
and burnished brown, shiny chestnuts.

I forget, and then recall,
confectioner's cream that oozed
and bruised, and gambled coins
on green baize table tops of cards.

I forget the winter storm;
the icy road and falling snow;
the night before the stolen day
I forget, and then recall.

That I forgave you long ago,
the soda siphon bubbled wars
and leather chairs, scratched and scored,
with all the turning of the years.



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Written on 2013-04-06 at 15:41

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shells
I love this piece, you always manage to make me think of my own life somehow with your beautiful recollections, there are two lines that stand out for me; "cider hopes in wind dropped apples"
and "the soda syphon bubbled wars." The latter made me think of my friends grandmother, we were allowed to take the soda syphons bake to the hotel she got them from (which I think has gone now) and get a few pence back on the returns, happy days.
2013-04-07


Commentally Ill
i was all set for a saga-type exciting story, and you're talking about forgiving and forgetting. the word 'wars' is in the title, woman! nevertheless, i found it appealing. a perfect snack of a poem, with a crunchy texture to the crusted stanzas, which my teeth found pleasing.
2013-04-07


countryfog
Joe has it right I think . . . I too have thought your poems often gently brushed canvases, somehow both Impressionist yet also filled with the precise details of Dutch still lifes. "Cider hopes in wind dropped apples" is as perfect a line as I've read in a long time, and I'm intensely jealous not to have written it, grateful for having read it. This is a poignant and moving love poem, and a needed reminder that to forgive does not mean we have to forget.
2013-04-06


josephus The PoetBay support member heart!
Elle,I'm at a loss for a comment on this other than to say that as I read it and afterwards felt a soft gentle but persistant yearning for memories that have become lost and need to return. Brilliant writing. An impressionistic oil on canvas of masterwork quality.

Thanks for the memories,

Joe
2013-04-06