And so, another year of writing poetry with my fabulous sisters comes to an end. This year we alternated poetic forms with ekphrastic poems. This time around Andi shared photos taken at the Glencairn Museum Cloister. This is the photo I chose.
Photograph © Andi Sibley
I've never written a love poem before, as I'm not really the romantic type, but I am sentimental. Here's where this image took me.
22 Years and Counting ...
Poem ©Tricia Stohr-Hunt, 2016. All rights reserved.22 Years and Counting ...
You sit in the ram
I’ll sit in the ewe
together in quiet
we’ll relish the view
The peace of the valley
buried in snow
the twinkling lights
of the houses below
Up here on the hill
with the now setting sun
we sit in our chairs
as the day is undone
Communing together
we don’t say a word
but we don’t need to speak
for our hearts to be heard
With fingertips touching
we speak with our eyes
the fact that you love me
is still a surprise
You are my comfort
my home and my song
in the map of my heart
it's with you I belong
I’ll sit in the ewe
together in quiet
we’ll relish the view
The peace of the valley
buried in snow
the twinkling lights
of the houses below
Up here on the hill
with the now setting sun
we sit in our chairs
as the day is undone
Communing together
we don’t say a word
but we don’t need to speak
for our hearts to be heard
With fingertips touching
we speak with our eyes
the fact that you love me
is still a surprise
You are my comfort
my home and my song
in the map of my heart
it's with you I belong
You can read the poems written by my Poetry Seven compatriots at the links below.
I do hope you'll take some time to check out all the wonderful poetic things being shared and collected today by Bridget Magee at wee words for wee ones. Happy poetry Friday friends!
"the fact that you love me
ReplyDeleteis still a surprise"
I just LOVE that. And it's so true. Love that lasts is also love that is reborn, over and over. You've captured that beautifully, by sharing the "map of your heart" in this poem.
I double-dog dare you to share this with its intended recipient! I love that someone else chose the benches! Don't they just encourage that close communication? I keep imagining how they were used when the Pitcairn family lived there...
ReplyDeletewe don't need to speak
for our hearts to be heard
Awwww.
Double-dog dare not accepted! In all our years together I've never said or written anything like this. I'm only safe because I know he doesn't read my blog. Maybe one day I'll be brave enough to share.
DeleteSo many beautiful parts here, including what Sara and Tanita already mentioned. "we sit in our chairs
ReplyDeleteas the day is undone" is probably the part that spoke to me. Something about the sort of violence of the day coming undone while you sit with your beloved in "our" chairs--that steadiness and comfort...just lovely!
Trisha this is so sweet and beautiful! I second Tanita - you better share it with your love! I am always going to think of you when I visit the cloister. :)
ReplyDeleteA gentle, touching take on this photo...you may not write love poems often, but when you do, it's a good one!
ReplyDelete*swoon!* This is lovely on so many levels, Tricia.
ReplyDelete"but we don’t need to speak
for our hearts to be heard" - so true when you've been with someone for a long time. =)
Love-ly! You ladies seem to be evenly split between birds and benches. Interesting to see the variety of directions you went this month!
ReplyDeleteThe benches!! The benches are popular!!
ReplyDeleteTricia, I love your love poem -- and I hope you share it, wrapped up in a pretty ribbon. It's so dear....
Awww, I just melt to read that. My hubby and I will hit 20 years in May, and it's definitely a surprise that the love is still there, quietly warm on the hob. Reading your poem was like eating chocolate. Yum.
ReplyDeleteI love the last four lines most of all:
ReplyDelete"You are my comfort
my home and my song
in the map of my heart
it's with you I belong"
Spoke to me today.
Tricia, Happy anniversary, that's beautiful! So good. Bravo and my best to Ed and the William the Conqueror.
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