My response to Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie Friday Music Prompt 48: Fields of June and to dVerse Poets Pub Open Link Night #175
We crossed fields patched with scudding cloud and sun,
Down lovers’ lane, edged with buttercups and dog rose.
Hand in hand, we made our way as one,
To a haze of purple grass in the water meadows.
We stood and watched a pair of white swans spoon,
Loose downy feathers floated on the breeze,
The flooded millpond was empty for a day in June:
No dragonflies, no raucous ducks or geese.
We stood in ominous silence, side by side,
Reflected in a watery, sepia portrait
And before I had the chance to be a bride,
You dived into the reeds and I knew it was too late.
I heard the splash and gurgle of your fight,
Watched as the startled swans took flight;
I knew your life had already been borne away
As the summer sky turned from blue to grey.
I visit the water meadows every year,
Hoping that your soul still lingers here.
© Kim M. Russell, 2016
writing in north norfolk 
What a startling image with the swans taking flight.. The parting in such conditions is so very sad.
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Thanks Bjorn. What do think of the result of the EU referendum? I’m gutted.
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I’m depressed and concerned for what future might bring… Mostly for peace actually
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I visit the water meadows every year,
Hoping that your soul still lingers here.
Love the tone and images in your poem.
Beautifully executed.
Lots of love,
Sanaa
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Thank you, Sanaa. I hope your Friday is full of happiness. Love Kim xx
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“The last few lines just took my breath away,” she gasped. “I could feel the suddenness; the resignation; the pain.” She continued, “‘ominous silence’ could be felt as each line became colder, and provided only a tiny clue. I thought they were breaking up . . . And, I do think his spirit lingers there.”
“Thanks so much for participating in Friday Music Prompt. I hope you enjoyed the music and the challenge.
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Thank you. I certainly did enjoy the music and the challenge.
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“That’s good. First time nerves.”
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Startling!
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🙂
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“I visit the water meadows every year,
Hoping that your soul still lingers here.” A beautiful and sad piece. I hope it is fiction.
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What a truly lovely poem. The last two lines break my heart.
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You had me at “We crossed fields…” A beautiful sentiment presented in this lovely poem, Kim! Always hold out hope that spirit remains.
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🙂
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Such perfect imagery–I love those scudding clouds.
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Poignant and vivid poeming
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Thank you, Viv 🙂
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Tragic and moving.
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