Upon the shores of adulthood,
The first long secret drink of golden fire.
Not yet grasping life and having it understood,
How the bar’s energy could conspire.
Since then, I’ve chosen to turn
To the juice of those valleys and not of that time.
Though not as intense a burn,
I feel I’ve matured and become sublime.
A bottle of wine of the wild orchards, I present
In the russet Summer with plump, red apples
I wish to capture her heart and I won’t relent
At the end of the night, there’ll be a gentle grapple
At her front door, I stare down into her eyes
Appreciating the glow of Rosie’s burning cheeks
This is where I hope my future lies
For, with her, the love in my heart peaks
Never to be forgotten, or ever tasted again.
Though always a happy memory
Since that time, there’s so much we’ve obtained
Bound together in a strong camaraderie
For Tuesday Poetics at dVerse, we were encouraged to pick a prose by Laurie Lee and turn it into poetry. “The first long secret of golden fire, juice of those valleys and of that time, wine of the wild orchards, of russet summer, of plump red apples and Rosie’s burning cheeks. Never to be forgotten, or ever tasted again” (Cider with Rosie) was my inspiration.