apricot summers

Collage 14

remember the apricot summers

we wore floppy sunhats

decorated with flowers and ribbons

the colour of apricots

we made grass angels

picnicked in the secret park

spread out old crazy quilt

from your impossibly white bedroom

opened basket of treasures

little trinkets and charms

forbidden books

ripe pears and apricots

juice running down my chin

you leaned in close, to lick it clean

I felt the warmth, your need

and I moved 10,000 miles away

now, when I reach out

for a friend, for a lover

I always think you

in your floppy summer hat

with ribbons

and flowers

the colour of apricots

do you ever

think of me

Written for Color Your World: 120 Days of Crayola: apricot & Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie Writing Prompt 140: Collage 14

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18 thoughts on “apricot summers

  1. Suzanne January 4, 2016 / 6:57 pm

    This is very beautiful. So passionate and pure.

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    • tale weaver/ing January 7, 2016 / 12:27 am

      Thank you.
      I had started the poem, but when I saw the collage — the poem became deeper and more emotional.

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    • tale weaver/ing January 7, 2016 / 12:28 am

      Thank you.
      The colour apricot and the collage brought together thoughts and words in a passionate way.

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  2. Mama Zen January 3, 2016 / 7:21 pm

    This is really lovely! Gorgeous images.

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    • tale weaver/ing January 3, 2016 / 10:42 pm

      Thank you.
      The collage had such luxurious pieces, images were floating in my mind, with apricot being the colour of the day.

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  3. summerstommy2 January 3, 2016 / 6:47 pm

    I find there is a real sensuousness about the notion of apricot days, like you want to roll in the colour and feel it consume your body…..just my reaction my friend….

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  4. ghostmmnc January 3, 2016 / 6:02 pm

    Wonderful poem! …the secret park… :)

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    • tale weaver/ing January 3, 2016 / 10:49 pm

      Thank you.
      I’ve always been fascinated by what is behind brick walls, wrought iron gates, tree breaks.
      I imagine secret places like parks.

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    • tale weaver/ing January 3, 2016 / 10:47 pm

      Thank you.
      Apricot is such a luscious fruit — fresh and juicy or dried and sweet.

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  5. mindlovemisery January 3, 2016 / 3:42 am

    Gorgeous writing! “Grass angels” “impossibly white room”

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    • tale weaver/ing January 3, 2016 / 3:49 am

      Thank you.
      Your collage has such rich images, lines like “impossibly white room” come to mind.

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