Where the Magnolia's Grow

[Silver WInd]

Where the Magnolias Grow

 

I remember the grove

just like yesterday

on a fresh spring day

when the grass was green

and the skin blue.

 

But there was such

a sweet breeze to touch

the air, and it carried

the natural perfume.

 

I would run there

with my feet bare

and without a single care

for all the world.

 

Daring in between sunbeams

and shade, I was invincible

in those precious rare moments

where the earth moved under me.

 

I remember the magnolia trees

with there virgin white blooms

so big and ripe, somehow

they seemed so other worldly

for all their presumed innocence.

 

So soft to the touch

each opening and waiting for the pluck

so much like the plush milky white

of freshly bloomed breasts

making the change from adolescents

to womanhood.

 

I would lie upon a bed of

their ivory, soft petals

each kissing and caressing

stimulating, as a gentle

lover.

 

But the magnolias

are there no more

sometimes I still imagine

I cast a whiff of their fragrance

hear them calling to me

from some far away place

 

Yet their sensual innocence

shall be lost to me

and spring days begin to

fade into endless yesterdays.

[Wyvern]

Very nice poem, Silver Wind. :-) I really like how you tie together the natural imagery with the sensual qualities of the flesh, as it gave the visuals an original touch that made for an intriguing read. I particularly like how you tied together the theme of adolescence and growing into womanhood with the "virgin white blooms" as "breasts" in the sixth stanza, as the imagery was a perfect compliment to the coming of age there. The tone of nostalgia and loss that flows through the last two stanzas was well done as well, though I was a bit disappointed that "sensual innocence" was the only reference to the loss of sensation in the final stanza. Still, the feelings of loss at the end of the poem are heartfelt, which makes for a very good poem overall.

 

With that, Wyvern pulls out a dirty quill and frantically begins scribbling the details of the "virgin white blooms" onto the back of a torn receit. The overgrown lizard tucks the scrap into his pocket and licks his lips, then dashes off in the direction of Gwaihir's greenhouse in the hopes of testing this particular species of plant out...

[Silver WInd]

Thank you