A chance sight of boys fishing with two girls alongside the harbour wall at Funchal In Maderia took me back to the first time I fell in love.


Sweet Hormone Flow By M.A.Meddings

I remember when
The whole world
Was centred on
A crow quill
Stripped of its fibres
And painted 'Day glo' pink
At the tip
A fishing float
My Grandfather had made
But then I was a boy
Of five and ten
Not rdy yet to become a man

For then I knew nothing of girls
Nor even liked them
Silly soft hearted
Encumberant creature friends
Of my sister they were
Who giggled in my presence
And failed to make me blush
They wore rouche front dresses
Smelled of lux soap and water
And didnt like frogs
Especially dropped
Down the front of their frocks

They didnt play 'conkers'
Didnt like cricket
Except keeping score
And what is more
My sister was a cheat
All rather neat
If she was on our side

But in life imperceptably
Matters change
And suddenly
In a year or two
Walking home from school
Became quite interesting
At seventeen
For then began
My apprenticeship as a fool
In the Spring of 56
I ended in a fix
Of mixed emotions

It came in the form
Of Jennifer
Who walked my way
every day
From her girls high school
She was a flame haired girl
With pretty freckles
And some how I dont know now
She managed
To get me to carry her books
Perhaps it was her looks
Or just my hormones

Whatever it became
An unanswered quandry
yet may be it was the way
She discarded her school tie
Then unbuttoned her shirt
Two buttons down
A feminine guile
That made me a clown
For that I became
Without any shame
Nor reason

It was just that
I liked to hear her laugh
And became in awe of
The silky smoothness of her skin
I just couldnt win
Hormone flow
She wore 'Evening in Paris' perfume
Her very first attempt to lure me

Then each afternoon
At her garden gate
I just couldnt wait
For her eyes to meet mine
Bright Emerald enchantment
That twinkled and shined
At my shyness
Oh god what a glow
Just couldn't show
How I liked her
Yet in the deep green
Of her beautiful eyes

I became a man
Sweet hormone flow



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Written on 2006-08-15 at 12:26

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Zachary P. B.
what a wonderful write on childhood love... so pure so innocent, so odd and crazy at times too...

i loved your story of Jennifer. =) so sweet and poignant, all go through a time like that.

wondrous write here mike,
z
2006-08-15


Kathy Lockhart
you just caught me like that fish you were after. You caught me with this wonderful story! I was lured to each of your lines so beautifully written and enticing me to read more. I followed it as it led me to the last line. The one that finally took me. Those hormones! They sure can get a guy and gal in trouble. Not to mention a fish hungry for some poetic food. Love this one, Hero! xx kathy
2006-08-15


F.i.in.e Moods The PoetBay support member heart!
this made me think of when my hormone flow became part of the equation... his name was Jean-François, and oh how my heart would just race, melt and be content all at once in his presence hehe... very sweet reminiscence this morning... brought back memories that are always nice to revisit... :) *hug* xx
2006-08-15


Rob Graber
Connecting "becoming a man" with the first stirrings of love rather than with first intercourse is, to say the least, refreshing. Nice write!
2006-08-15



... and a Romantic Hero was born :)))))
2006-08-15


Malin Johansson
so sweet poem here.. I liked this one!!! hormone flows is healthy I think :)) lol
Rgds from daughter
2006-08-15