He was the county Vicar
The county knew her as the forbidden fruit
He was intent on saving her soul from the fires of hell
She bore her own heavenly intention
Every morning he passed by her garden gate
boasting thistles and morning glory at the feet of hollyhocks in bloom
He kept step to the straight and narrow path that framed his existence
She was methodical in paving a stone path straight to her doorstep
Finally she conceded to a confession
He stepped across the stones towards a pot of chamomile tea and thistle honey cakes
The hall clock ticked to her heart beat
and she poured out more of the warmth tea provided
As the sun moved its face through the room
the fragrance of forgiveness permeated the summer air
She fell to her knees in front of him
placing her brow upon his linened lap
His hands graced the red locks flowing with unbridled will
He began to weep out loud
She forgave him...
bkmackenzie
copyrighted 2010
posted for One Shot Wednesday at One Shot Poetry
uuuhhh - temptation - seems that always the things we can't and should have and do are the most tempting ones...
ReplyDeleteoh, nicely played...the smell in the air is more than forgiveness...
ReplyDeleteLovely. Mysterious and evocative with a surprise ending. That preacher man needs a new path.
ReplyDeletePS> Thanks for joining my blog
Wow! This didn't go where I was expecting, but I think it went to the right place.
ReplyDeletethanks everyone for the comments and stopping by...so glad you liked it...blessings...bkm
ReplyDeleteOh, this is delicious. I was going to say, no red-haired woman would bend so easily, and indeed, the tables were turned! Very gracious of her to forgive him. ;-)
ReplyDeleteOh, nice. Great surprise ending.
ReplyDeleteSURPRISE! SURPRISE! And so the preacher man IS after all...a man! Glory be.........and she? Oh! If only the world could forgive ALL its own!
ReplyDeleteNice Mag, girl. Thanks!
oooh. Like this! Nice ending.
ReplyDeleteamazing tale,
ReplyDeletebeautiful job!
I truly enjoyed the flow.
This is beautiful. I like the switches in character. Well done.
ReplyDeleteWonderfully written set up for a cool twist. Subtle poem that's both emotional and clear with many images. thanks :)
ReplyDeleteIt's in our sins and fall from grace that we find God, and not in our pride of goodness.
ReplyDeleteI have posted two poems this week. On not saying hello is new but Kingpin Baby was posted up on a quiet Sunday so I thought I’d give it another outing. Both are adaption of different formal poetry forms – pantoum and sonnet.
hahaa..yes,i was surprised too..but glad it came at this end,tho i know hearts are always having their own ways..nice one! you always amaze me..:))
ReplyDeletetowards a pot of chamomile tea...
ReplyDeletebeautiful.
I loved the ending. She was quite a lady
ReplyDeleteThanks for joining us at One Shot this week
Smiles from the Moon
It's beautiful -- the beauty of temptation. But she may have been the one tempted.
ReplyDeleteA classic tale with a lovely twist. Excellent job.
ReplyDeleteYou've captured quite a moment there, with oodles of tension boiling under its sublime nature.
ReplyDeletetemptation was as ripe as her garden!!! excellently written piece..thanks for sharing again with One Shot.. cheers Pete
ReplyDeleteAbsolutely beautiful, I love your blog..
ReplyDeleteShocked me with the ending. this is fabulous, love the imagery!
ReplyDeleteI could see her beauty
ReplyDeleteand feel his desire
such a fine tale
told in this poem
A great twist
ReplyDeleteIt's easier to get Forgiveness than Permission.
ReplyDeleteEvocative poem full of images. The path to her door and we, as readers, walked right up. No surprise that with that much tenderness she found a way to that straitlaced man. Beautiful. Thank you.
ReplyDeleteLove the way you weave temptation, forgiveness, in to a very human emotion.
ReplyDeletegreat one stop.
Joanny
http://thedowsersdaughter.blogspot.com/
she forgave him...
ReplyDeleteI love that. Great story, such rich conflicts. I love controversy.
I like the ambiguity and the scene you paint.
ReplyDeleteThe garden images just added all the right ripe abundance to this poem. The tables turned and I liked the ending very much.
ReplyDeleteOh my god!! How the tables turned!!!
ReplyDeleteSo delicately you have depicted a tale of temptation, leading to a confession by the confidant... phew!!
It was a thrill ride.. a beautifully done piece!!
Bravo..
Loved the tension in this piece and the twist of the ending.
ReplyDeleteLovely poetic tale. Really liked this: "He kept step to the straight and narrow path that framed his existence / She was methodical in paving a stone path straight to her doorstep". Thank you for sharing.
ReplyDeleteVery well done, reflects that we are all human, no matter what placement.... a part of nature..perhaps the garden plays its symbolic role?.....
ReplyDeleteWow...powerful and the I could feel the tension building...I love the ending of your poem. Well written x
ReplyDeleteOooh, that darn stone path! Excellent ending.
ReplyDeleteOh, and I'm following now, nice to meet you!
Lovely poem bkm and your ending was a perfect one...you write wonderfully...
ReplyDeleteI had a feeling that the tables would turn on the country vicar. Who can resist thistle honey cake and chamomile tea straight from the garden. Sounds delicious . I guess he thought so too ... (something delicious anyway)
ReplyDeleteSuch a nice twist-ending... yes, who needed forgiveness here? Perhaps we are a bit too self-righteous for our own good. Great piece. :) Heartspell
ReplyDeleteIntense & forbidden-- nice effect here. You draw the reader in...
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wow - wow. i love how you tie in the tea as you carefully bring this to a boil - amazing work and a seductive twist!
ReplyDeleteWell, first, that is one of my favorites so far. Second, is this your photograph? If so, would you let me paint it? I keep finding these awesome photos that I want to paint. I need to just paint faster! So many beautiful scenes and so little time. I have been working on one all summer long and every time I think I am finished, I see something else that needs tweeking. It is for my son for his birthday so...I want to get it right. You are a painter with words, my dear.
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