Once, I craved
the tartness of raspberries
and drowned myself
in operatic arias
I stepped twice
on cobblestones
to hear the echo
of my heels
The scent of lavender
brought me, again
to spring
though the flowers crumbled
in my fingers
I lived winter in ignorance.
RED GLADIOLA 
gorgeous, gorgeous!
Thank you! =)
It’s too hard to pick a favourite line here!
Glad they were all good in your estimation. =)
This is brilliantly haunting.
Thanks so much. =)
This has a subtlety that lingers
Am glad it does!
Plain lovely! So many sensations in there, touch, smell, taste and sounds. And great flow too. Lovely’s the word.
Thanks. And you’re lovely for saying so. =)
The last three lines. ❤ gorgeous.
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Awwww….beautiful …just beautiful 🌷❤🌷
Thank you!
Ohh…lovely. Can you tell what the title means? Love the line “in operatic arias” Longing for a hundred years more in “spring” with a loved one? In winter without? Maybe I’m not meant to know, but wonder. 🙂
I love your interpretations! There’s no wrong answer but I was thinking of youth and its vanity and surety that it will live a hundred years more. =)
I love the pith of that opening line:
“Once, I craved
the tartness of raspberries
and drowned myself
in operatic arias”
I can taste it! And that 2 step on the cobblestones reminds me of the old cliché of the don’t step “on the crack or it will bite you back” as a kid. And, the fluctuation between Spring and Winter, the irony of love lost among flowers in ignorance… what an image. Dam good!
Glad they all moved you in some way! I’m always surprised by the connotations readers find. =)
Reblogged this on tuesday nights we write.
Wow. Thank you so much for the reblog. ❤