Searching through the narrow tunnels of gray
a memory arises, like a sliver of light piercing fog,
pushing aside the dark and dank:
gentle breezes,hair on tip-toe
deluge of drizzles, dizzily moist
fragrant earth, musky breath
flutter of butterflies, buttery fingers
velvety moss, finger-tip sparklers
benevolent sunshine, lukewarm inferno
Ah! the might of a stolen kiss!
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This picture at first sight took me to a dark place but the light at the end of the tunnel led me to the beginning of a tunnel: a hallway in my college, not very different from the picture in that it was long -dark-dank. At the end of that hallway ,during break, stood my boyfriend waiting for me, in front of the principals office…the best place to meet without generating gossip.
I struggled to recreate that romantic moment in words..maybe because we wanted to steal kisses but actually didn’t …or maybe because the moment belongs to a different lifetime…or maybe it was a dream and this boyfriend was just a figment of my imagination.
My boyfriend and I lost touch on the day of my marriage…one minute he was there looking deep into my eyes, the next he was lost in the crowd. I have never seen him since…I suspect my husband is holding him captive in a dark underground tunnel..
I dedicate this poem to my one and only boyfriend on the occasion of his recent birthday.
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This 56 word poem is written in response to the 100 word photo challenge posted by Rochelle Wisoff-Field each week.
Click on the ‘blue frog’ below to read other amazing takes, that fellow Friday Fictioneers have, on the same photo prompt:
Roots & Water 