The Picnic, a poem by Don Flecknoe at Spillwords.com
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The Picnic

The Picnic

written by: Don Flecknoe

 

A book plucked from the shelf at random,
Faded petals on an open page,
That book of plays, a gift from you.

Do you remember, the day we stole?
Hidden in the park,
She-oaks murmur in the breeze.

We picnicked on a tartan rug,
Ate bulging salad sandwiches,
You laughed as I spilt beetroot down my shirt.
A bottle of Chardonnay,
We lazed that afternoon away.

***

Above, stars strewn across night’s velvet dome,
And through God’s mighty wheel,
That balmy night of tender love,
We lay there, content.

At dawn we dared to walked along,
A rocky path above those plunging cliffs.

Magenta sails afire in the morning sun,
Boats sailing home across the bay,
laden low, with their haul.

***

Do you remember,
Those few days we spent together?

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