The Prompt: What is it in your life that has written itself indelibly in your heart, on your soul, or in your mind. Tell that which has proven to be most amazing in your life — whatever it is that moves you to write.
UNFORGETTABLE
Their first date was in February.
She remembers it snowed and
she wore new leather gloves,
elegant and buttery-soft, expensive
nut-brown kid gloves from Paris,
the kind that fit her fingers snugly
and stretched just the tiniest bit
each time she wore them.
They held hands in the frosty dark
while snowflakes tumbled all around,
some landing in his hair.
Reaching to brush them away,
her fingers grazed his cheek.
Little shivers of pleasure fluttered.
Unforgettable, that's what he was.
12 comments:
oh, that's beautiful.
you did nat king cole proud!
~angie
Some moments just live on.
Great post!
I love how you describe the gloves here!
Pamela
Funny how every little even near-touch is felt and means so much, when it's all new. You did a great job of capturing that and making me remember some of my own....
- Dina
You have captured that moment of heightened sensation new love brings. An underlying innocence pervades the piece. Sweet, lovely, reminiscent. Well done!
So much love. You described it so well.
help me rewrite Greek tragedies
Marianne
I mistakenly deleted your comments on my blog because there were 7 of them and when I went to delete the second one It deleted all of them oops! I am not sure what I did wrong! But thanks for the nice comments on my cento! And I cannot wait to read yours this Wednesday
Regards
Pamela
A perfect moment in life!
I also liked the careful details about the pair of gloves; the emphasis on it (color, texture, movement) made the metaphor (re: fit) more relatable. :) Cheers.
Ah, the pleasure of something that stretches, fits so snugly it's like a second skin, through which almost no sensation is lost, including the merest brush of flesh on flesh.
Very sexy writing, this.
Marianne--This is written with wonderful care to detail. The help of your perceptive eye allowed this memory to live on with such beauty.
What a concrete poem. You've taken a small moment in time and given it a back story, all in a short poem. Lovely. I could feel those gloves.
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