MEADOW GIRL

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MEADOW  GIRL

Your eyes shine bright like rays of morning sun,
your smile sweet as soft rain on summer grass.
How I dream to behold you each day;
Maybe taste those lips with time.

I saw you again this morning in the meadow field,
arms stretched, greeting the sun;
Maybe I could write her a verse, I thought
Although I am no Shakespeare, Donne or Keats.

So I walked down the bluff, to the sea
picked seashells and stones in many colours,
they were exquisite and shone in the light;
I placed them all in a big leaf.

With courage I walked to the Meadow girl and said;
My name is John, would you please accept this gift,
so simple, only pebbles and shells.
They each shine like you.

Thank you John, said the meadow girl,
Would you please sit for a while.

© miriam ivarson

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51 thoughts on “MEADOW GIRL”

  2. Thank you Jeff for your lovely comment. I enjoyed writing this from a male’s point of view ( imagined ). A sensitive man. Yet I felt he became very resourceful and if the girl had been me I would have asked him to sit down too. 😊 .

    Miriam

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    • Thank you for your beautiful comment Balroop.
      Flying on the wings of imagination …., it certainly arrives to you.
      I have never tried to force one into being although once it starts
      I do my best to aid. 😊 .
      I so agree with you, pure love is that simple.

      miriam

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  15. A beautiful poetic love story, Miriam. Of course the girl in the meadow could not resist such a thoughtful gift and I too would ask John to sit awhile! Heartfelt and tender, a poem to lift our spirits and hope in life itself! A joy to see the variety of approaches to your craft, Miriam – you always surprise, delight and inspire. 😀❤️🌺

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    • Thank you so much Annika for your delightful answer. I am glad you would
      have asked John to sit down, he has tried hard to show his enchantment.
      Th innocence of them both is what I believe makes you feel give hope in
      life itself. To often toughness is celebrated. 💕🌺 .

      miriam

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  17. A beautiful, soft almost lyrical poem Miriam, pastoral and romantic. Yet I read a deeper layer, perhaps from a collective subconscious when I read of the shells and pebbles, Aphrodite of course born of the sea, lifted on an open shell, Goddess of love and pebbles, made of the seas tumble and left on land.
    I like to think John is of the sea and from amongst the shells he gifts her, there’s one in which she will be able to hear him, and one pebble which when held will enable her to see him, But which ones? Fate will determine whether she finds the right ones.
    Great poetry should stimulate both imagination and intellect, I’d say ‘Meadow-Girl’ does exactly that.
    Thank you Miriam x

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    • Nigel, you make my heart sing with your wonderful and rich comment.
      You, better than I ever could, see the connection between the meadow and the sea. I got the title and beginning of Meadow girl and then John walks in.
      I got stuck, I just couldn’t have him pick a bouquet of flowers.
      So, after a while, the bluff and the sea appeared. From there the rest flowed.
      Oddly I have a print of the Aphrodite rising in the shell by my bed but didn’t think of it.
      Your responses are gifts of encouragement to write….another week….another week.
      Thank you Nigel x

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  24. A tale to outline and encourage the resourceful nature of ‘love at first encounter’. I want to feel such burgeoning attraction could be start of something honest and lasting. Brave of you, Miriam, to attempt to write as a male, something you manage to carry off with aplomb and sincerity. Not something I would dare to attempt.

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  26. I seem to have been booted off your contact list, and hope this comment replaces me so I don’t miss any more of your posts.
    This is a wonderfully sweet story. Don’t we all dream of a love simple and profound, presented to us with a gentle hand and an understanding heart. You reminded me of once when I was young.

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    • Thank you Sharon for finding me anyway and giving such a beautiful comment.
      Obviously I would never ‘boot you out’ , so there must be faults within WordPress. I have had this happen too and by re-following all was restored.

      You are so right that so many of us want to feel love like that. Simple and profound and by understanding of each other’s hearts.
      I do believe that is so at any age, love doesn’t change. People might.

      Miriam

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    • Ahh … Mike, thank you for the very sweet compliment.
      If it is any good it is a gift, I have so far not written anything that not at least
      started on its own volition.

      Miriam

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