TankaTuesday #Poetry Challenge No. 281, 7/19/22 #Ekphrastic #PhotoPromp.

WELCOME TO #TANKATUESDAY!

This challenge explores Ekphrastic poetry, inspired by visual art or photographs. Now, we can see this is a statue, so get creative and think about what this statue could represent. Think about imagery and symbolism… then select a form and craft your poem!

The Lovers Meet

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This week I have written an Acrostic Nonet linked to a mirror Nonet. The Acrostic part spells The Lovers, the second part, the mirrored Nonet is about Ghosts of the station that are seen on the plynth of the statue.

The hub, central point, the place to meet.
Heartbeat of the living station
Everlasting friendships made
Lonely hearts will apply
Open minds still try
Vast crowds rush by
Earnest vows
Repeat
Slow.
What
Type of
Ghosts lie low
Unseen by us
Excavators of
Tunnels and trenches watch
As life goes scurrying by
Women who waited and manned jobs
All watch together as people meet.

Day 1 :Loveuary: The Lovers

The Lovers

​Meet me at the station she said.

I will he replied, his mind in her bed.

Smothering a smile she shifted her legs

I need you honey, come he begs, begs.

 

Her feet tip tap along, in a hurry

He is off and out the office, scurry

Together in a lustful embrace

Hot breath in her ear, your place, place.

 

Difficult to walk when so aroused

Her nipples harden under her blouse

Rushing now they can’t wait, breathing

Touching, exciting , needing, needing.

 

Finally  behind the door once more

Clothes scattered hastily on the floor

Legs wide soon passions are sated

Time now back to their lives, hated, hated 

                     💖💗💝💟💞💝💖💝

This poem is for Ritu’s #Loveuary 

Ritu  of butIsmileanyway.com has set us all off on Loveuary. I for one am excited with the task. What is love? We shall find out as the month goes on.

My  poem, The lovers ,  is inspired by the statue at St Pancras  Station London

Pingback to Ritu’s post
Rules here

The Return

Dunhill Castle

The  lonely  shadows  fall once more

Still here, I listen  to  the waves  fall upon the shore.

I want  to leave  and  walk under  the moon

In my heart I  know  my lover  will be returning  soon.

 

Cobwebs  dance like  silver chain mail  in candle light

I look out  through  the  gaping  holes into the night.

Is  he  coming  is he  near, be  still heart  I cannot  hear

Above  the  moaning  wind , if his steps draw near.

Gaping Holes

How long I have I been  sitting  here

Awaiting  the return of you,my  dear

Too long  for such a maid as I,  I fear

I’ve seen too much  of history  pass through here.

 

The sun  now  climbs  above  this  hill

Where  castle  and  my  spirit await  you  still

I can wait no longer  the  need  for  you  grows  stronger

I step outside into  the growing light, nought is  the same as I look yonder.

All is different

The  sea is  gone  though I  still here it’s song

This  does  not feel  right  there is  something wrong.

I feel weak here in the sun, my heart now still I begin to fade.

Has  my  wait  been in vain. Then I  spy  you  standing in the glade.

 

How long I have I been  sitting  here

Awaiting  the return of you,my  dear

Too long  for such a maid as I,  I fear

I’ve seen too much  of history  pass through here.

Reflections

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The  story  came  from my head  by  an idea  born by  reading  Jean’s post Socialbridge  Phunning Light.

All  photos  photos  except  the top one  are  from  Jean’s  post  too! Thank  you  Jean  for  me to  let  my  mind  meander  across your post!