Tall Tales

Weds Feb 1, 2012
Painting of tall tree forest by Ivan Shiskin via the Tuesday Tryouts at
margoroby.wordpress.com (Jan 31, 2012)

Tall Tales

Though my first and truest love will always be the ocean
I have had some time during the day while my dearest works
To wander beyond the fields and into the forest...

I am not so lonely here as I thought I would be
On my ivory stick legs, still wobbling from new birth
These ancient trees remind me of sea kelp towering, climbing...

Every reaching to get to and perhaps break the surface
Little does the green plant know the limitations of land and air
Though I suspect the trees would not fair well with a salt diet

And too the blocked sun through the dark shaded underside
Of the emerald greens helps me to cope with the azure blue sky
I wear the diamonds that my new husband has gifted me...

They remind me of the stars that seem to be the same
Over land and sea...a familiar map leading me to dreams
Of hidden treasure and the family that may pine for me

Yet there are hidden gems to explore in my new home
His families old Victorian with generations of flotsam and jetsom
Though through his eyes each item bears a tale worth telling

And I will sit with him after our evening meal
In front of a warming hearth fire and listen to his tales
And watch his face alight with the telling, isn’t that what a wife should do?

JP/davh