My bonnie gal

Just some words.

                             My Bonnie gal

I am going to Aberdeen, to be near the sea. I am waiting for a miracle, my Scotland blessing.

I have loved the ginger-hair girl, eyes of hazel green, pale skin of the long Winter and I wanted to fall into the mercy of her words.

In a sweet dream, he asked her twice. Can I steal a kiss? He told her. She was a mystery and a miracle to his eyes.

She told him, soldiers think love is like minutes and hours in war. Must do or die. Love is not war. Kisses must be earned. Us Bonnie girls know the devil when he whispered the sweet words of love. Just soldier's trickery.

He whispered, my ravishing beauty, we need the Bacchus wine, the sea and time for us to sing and dance. My payment would be, one sweet kiss. I would ask for nothing else, my lovely girl.

She smiled and she laughed. She told him, Ah dear soldier. You talk like Hemingway in riddles and nursery ryhmns. Make the sweet kiss, simple and easy. Us girls, born by the sea, we know the damn Poets will try to steal your heart, then leave you be. The Bacchus wine will make me believe, you are real and true. Are you dear Soldier?

The soldier looked at the sea, the rising moon and he told her. My ginger hair beauty, eyes of hazel green. You are right. I could be a thief in the night, a thief of the heart. But, please sit with me. I want to look into those eyes and forget everything but the vision of you. In your eyes, I forget who I am, who I was. I see beauty, a miracle and the days of peace.

The pretty Bonnie girl took his hands, she kissed each one. She reached over and she gave him a sweet kiss. She whispered, rest my tire and dear soldier. She held his hands and they watched the sea on a late Winter night.

Been a year. Soldier went to war and he couldn't forget his Bonnie girl beautiful face and her words. She told him, please don't die and please return to me. I will be waiting for you by the sea. He saw her in the distance and she ran to him. He embraced her tightly and he asked her. Can I steal a kiss? She kissed him once, she kissed him twice. She whispered, please no-more war. My heart cannot know the fear of you dying alone. I love you so. You kept your promise and I will keep my promise dear Soldier.

                            Dancing Coyote

Author's Note

Just some words.

Reviews

[Eilis]

I appreciate the wisdom and insight into human nature in this poem. But also the evocative scene you share. The two people in the push pull of budding love by the sea.

I particularly like how well the woman understands both herself and the soldier. Her caution is warranted, but she is not completely closed—just seeking reassurance.

It’s like a short, short story where we are on the journey with them. Happy when he makes it back. I really enjoyed reading this.

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you Eilis for reading. I learn later in life. I volunteered for many dangerous places. Left people behind to worry.

[Nefertiti Virtudes Ahme..]

Once again this is written well! This piece reminds me of “The Kissing Sailor” photograph. The story as well. I like the feel of young love and it’s mysteries. The romantic novel of ones love interrupted but not given up because of war and destruction. Like a how the lotus is able to bloom in such terrible conditions.

[Coyote Poetry]

Love is more easy with war near. You learn. Life can be short. Must rush to all things and thank you Nefertiti for reading and the comment. I do appreciate.

[Mariam Diab]

Amazing choice of words👌🏻👌🏻

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you Mariam for reading and the comment.

[Ted Kniffen]

I quite like this John. I was told a story similar to yours involving my father serving in England at the beginning of WW2. Three years in training before invading Sicily. My understanding was he married a Scottish girl...turns out he wasn't the only soldier she married...she was after the insurance money.
Not all love stories had happy endings.
He survived the war...but not with her.

Thanks for reminding me of that story John.

[Coyote Poetry]

War changes everything, especially when so near. Thank you Ted for reading and the comment. I do appreciate.

[Lucas]

This is some beautiful, flowing free verse poetry; some of the best I've seen in a while. I can really relate to it too. Great job, keep it up.

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you Sterling. I appreciate the comment.

[alanwgraham]

This reads like an ancient myth Coyote. Perhaps a Helen of Troy. A soldier looking for love and a beautiful girl is a very old story and well told here. Just a kiss? An ending that might surprise you is that I, a proud Scot, did find my wife in Aberdeen, but she was English.
Regards an a happy New year.
Alan

[Coyote Poetry]

Almost Helen of Troy. I believe more sweeter and honest. Thank you Alan for reading and the comment. Maybe in two years, I can travel again. Aberdeen, one of the places I want to see again.

[Neville]

A true love story and told terrifically well, I might add.. nice one friend and poet...

N.

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you Neville. One day, I will return to Scotland. Just to sit, by the sea and remember.

[Neville]

I believe you will my friend...

[jacob erin-cilberto]

you always amaze me how you combine love and war...even though love itself can be war.

but there is always so much romance in your writes, even when the romances don't work out.
great read, Coyote,
j.

[Coyote Poetry]

Almost marry this Scotland girl. Now, she is a memory that come alive in my words. Thank you Jacob for reading and the kind words.

[Fran Marie]

o h what a lovely tale you tell here within these llines and its true you know the poets they steal your heart
then leave..poets are like that yeah they are..a romantic piece here john so well penned as always

Christmas Cheers!

[Coyote Poetry]

Merry Christmas dear Fran and thank you for reading and the comment.