Tuesday, October 18, 2011

Little Summer


It was little summer,
and I'd promised you I'd come.
So, I packed my bag
and left my pride
and took the last train out of Bedlam.

When you met me at the station,
I turned the other cheek,
but your scent
(richer than remembrance)
left me breathless on my feet.

There was a ride I don't remember.
A meal I didn't taste.
Careful conversation saying nothing.

Till I said,

"Walk me up the stairs.
Pretend that I'm your wife.
Swift and sure unhook my dress
like you do it every night.
Push aside the velvet.
Claim me with your kiss.
You've promised her forever;
all I have is this.
It's little summer,
and fall is closing in."

We made love in a strange bed.
We'll never have our own.
Then I packed up what was left of me
and took the train back home.

You returned to Autumn.
Some seasons never change.
Me, I reaped our season's planting;
Little Summer is her name.

For Open Link Night at dVerse

51 comments:

jen revved said...

Honored to be the first to say, what a rich, intriguing, poignant poem. I love the notion of "little summer"-- no stranger either to the train rides toward and away...xxxj

Brendan said...

Was this originally a song? It would serve as one, surely, though this is a rare one that doesn't need any accompaniment to also be the best sort of poetry - a bittersweet survivor of the vale of almost love. Fine work, MZ - Brendan

Brian Miller said...

oh wow wonderful story telling...the little child at the end...what a sweet tough...

wolfsrosebud said...

read like a novel

Claudia said...

packing the bag, leaving pride, leaving bedlam...and he returning to autumn...great imagery here mama zen

Suzy Q said...

This is simply fabulous writing!
A poignant poem that lingers long.

Laurie Kolp said...

I really enjoyed this poem ... the rhyme, flow, narrative aspect, reference to season.

Steve King said...

Wonderful story telling and imagination. I agree with the others, this is songlike. A great treat to read.

johnallenrichter said...

"We'll never have our own....."... A bit of sadness, but happy i think to be returning to "little summer", much happier for the encounter, "richer than remembrance." There really is a good flow and imagery to your poem.. I enjoyed it much.....

Anthony Desmond said...

ooh well ending! love the imagery in here. nice write

Louise said...

Felt like a song...a lovely flow to this story poem... :)

ayala said...

Love this, Mama Zen.

Fred said...

Mama, that is a great write. The storytelling is superb, the dialogue is great, and the piece took a nice path- thanks. Love that opening line last train out of bedlam-awesom, thanks for the read

Daydreamertoo said...

Wow... lovely read.
So, one love making session and she ends up pregnant. It doesn't seem fair that the guy has a fling and forgets it but, what a treasure he left behind in his wake.
Wonderful and, wonderfilled prose MZ!

Heaven said...

enjoyed the seasonal change and brisk story telling of the train ride.

great one MZ~

Fireblossom said...

That's beautiful.

David Allen Waters said...

this is a deep rich write, profound in its haonesty....

your scent
(richer than remembrance)
left me breathless on my feet.
those lines are haunting, amazing...perfection

marousia said...

Rich, intriguing imagery - a really strong poem

Pat Hatt said...

A beautiful piece and great story telling.

Uneven Stephen said...

Fantastic, and compelling. Great imagery and flow throughout. I adore the "the last train out of Bedlam" line. Thanks for sharing!

Beachanny said...

A familiar tale told in your own unique lyricism. Clever word use throughout, and a payoff in the end that reminds me of folk songs and broadsides. Wonderful, really.

Sylvia K said...

Superb! There aren't sufficient words to describe the somewhat gut wrenching effect it had. I wasn't prepared for this one a sunny autumn afternoon. You are a very creative artist, MZ! No one says it better.

Sylvia

Charles Elliott/Beautyseer said...

This one truly does sing. And is so intriguing in word choices that imply volumes. For instance:

When you met me at the station,
I turned the other cheek,

and all that implies about backstory.

The narrator, to my reading, seduces him and settles for that as all that is possible.

And surprisingly seems not displeased to have "reaped" Little Summer.

A delight!

chromapoesy.com said...

Tightly presented and I love the bedlam line. The use of autumn and little summer at the end is smashing!

Andrew Kreider said...

Wonderful storytelling. It sings so well, whether it's called a song or not. Just lovely. And poignant. And great writing. Thanks! :)

hedgewitch said...

I think you've just written an ode to my favorite season. An old time feel to this, with the dress hooks, the velvet...and of course the stolen moments, are for all time.

lori said...

What a story wrapped up in your poem. It just flowed, and I could have kept reading all about her.

Joanne Elliott said...

A story filled with the subtleties of relationships. You've expressed this well. Great ending!

ab said...

So many great lines!

R. Burnett Baker said...

Sadness and excitement in one (a million?) experience. Love love the idea of leaving a town named "Bedlam."
Summarized the story in the first stanza.

Rick

Christine said...

enjoyed the rhyme and flow to this, the last line ties it all together, nice

Ann LeFlore said...

you are an excellent story teller and the child at the end wow
http://gatelesspassage.com/2011/10/18/farewell-my-three-legged-friend/

Susie Clevenger said...

What great story telling...I loved the last stanza....

Fireblossom said...

I had to come back and read this again. I'm saving this one. It's really special.

Rallentanda said...

Yep..you sure write good!

Dave King said...

"Then I packed up what was left of me
and took the train back home."

and then suddenly it was summer.

Sums it up some how. I really liked this.

manicddaily said...

A great sweetness to this poem.

Eric 'Bubba' Alder said...

Love the phrase "little summer" - it's perfect!

kaykuala said...

Great poem MZ. A forbidden love with all the imagery of an encounter full of love and devotion!

Hank

Margaret said...

This is superbly written - it really intrigued me. One of your best writes, of which you have many fine ones! Love the photo. Did you take it?

gautami tripathy said...

Excellent poem....

That last stanza is awesome!

a cross

Other Mary said...

Oh, so artfully written.

libithina said...

'You returned to Autumn.
Some seasons never change.' ~ typical heh ~ but ~
Me, I reaped our season's planting;
Little Summer is her name. ~
what a lovely write ~ and Little Summer an unexpected but hopefully added plus ~
hugs Lib

happygirl said...

Summer love is the BEST. This was so beautiful.

Me, I reaped our season's planting;
Little Summer is her name.

I hope it's all love.

Cassiopeia Rises said...

I loved this. So dreamy and real.


Melanie

tinkwelborn said...

Love, lust, pernicious promiscuity….it's passion gone wild, and a little Summer is the produce.
don't know about you…but the guy, is a piss ant!
Passion, passion, passion…whilst thou ever leave us be?

I love the Rhythm, I love the Rhyme, I love the story. it's almost balladish.
very good job here.

mrs mediocrity said...

I really love your poetry. This was wonderfully sad and poignant.

waysidewordgarden said...

Wonderful story telling!

Morning said...

your words soar.
what an exciting ride, well done.

Joseph Hesch said...

I'd never heard the term "Little Summer" before, but I heard this searing collection of image and emotion. Terrific story, Mama Z

Shashi said...

Dear Mama Zen

Its really so beautiful...and at that time sad... your imagery was lovely... and the finality of not having your own bed... was poignant. Bringing in the little child was perfect too.. thanks for sharing...

Shashi
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