Forever April

her loose black locks gleam
with threads of mahogany
wild and free in April sunlight
contrasting with his silver in need of a trim
over the collar thinning

look at them long and hard
breathe in the fresh air
she doesn’t know it yet though this image
will foster happy memories
in years to come

it’s a blue sky day in the graveyard
we are in the company of pheasant
and muntjac deer
we come here for reflection and quiet

there is an explosion of bluebells
and primroses can still be seen
peeping through in pockets of sunshine
Mother Nature has reclaimed
her inheritance

they stand in the foreground
of the tallest pine
boughs dipping on the ground
arm in arm age and youth
smiling at each other
while I capture them in time
for posterity

Reviews

[Thomas W Case]

Tender and reflective—time held still between youth and age.
The grit sits beneath the beauty, memory already turning the moment into something sacred.

[Chris Shaw]

Thank you Thomas, yes it was a special moment. I appreciate your thoughts.

Chris

[Amy R]

What a beautiful poem, loving the imagery very much.
Memories are wonderful but can also be a sad moment. You made this poem feel so cinematic.
I enjoyed reading.
~Amy

[Chris Shaw]

Thanks for another lovely review Amy. Pleased you stopped by. All the best to you.

Chris

[Amy R]

You're welcome. And same to you

[Soren]

Once again Chris this is a stunning portrayal of a beautiful scene. Nicely done

[Chris Shaw]

This one is more about creating memories Soren, youth and old age on the same page. Thank you so much for another valued visit. I do like to bring imagery to my readers.

Chris

[Soren]

You are most welcome Chris

[Davidgeo]

Be nice to the bunny this April. I think the rest of the year is a prelude to ww3.

Tell Kier he's still an a*****e and he needs to make like the French and withdraw their gold deposits from the US federal reserve.

If you guys don't punish us immediately, the dumbest dipshit Americans are going to continue to think it's all good until it's too late.

Ugh... I feel so ashamed in the wrong way right now.

[Chris Shaw]

There’s cheerful for ya. Don’t you dare mention that a..hole on my page. The most despised PM in UK history. He creates division big time. I hope my explosion of bluebells didn’t set thoughts off about ww3. Did you read the poem or just drop in?

Chris

[Davidgeo]

I read everything. Given the time that review was left though... I was likely pretty intoxicated. Which is the intellectual equivalent to just dropping in. I'm sure at the time though, in my mind, it all made sense. Really just sounds like I was whinging on about my doomscrolling that evening. Pay no mind.

Besides the "punish us (the US)" part. All non americans need to start openly treating us with disdain.

[red93]

How the Spirits soar @ Easter if the weather is being kind to us as well. May June July and August still to come. Exceptional ✨️✨️✨️✨️✨️

[Chris Shaw]

Thank you Tony for all your encouragement with my writing. Have a beautiful Monday.

Chris

[Brandon Houser]

Photographs (or paintings) and memories. The tenderness is beautiful here. Wonderful Chris. You have a way of pulling my heartstrings. B

[Chris Shaw]

Your kind words are very much appreciated Brandon. Thank you so much.

Chris

[Curly Grace]

A beautifully tender moment. Youth and age side by side, framed by spring’s renewal. The imagery is vivid, and the sense of future memory gives it real emotional weight.

[Chris Shaw]

It was a tender moment, now captured in words and on camera. I appreciate your thoughts Curly and thank you for stopping by.

Chris

[Buddhistboy73]

This feels like a photograph of a scene to me, someone observing two souls going about their day...

I love your descriptions of nature here..these are my favourite lines:

there is an explosion of bluebells
and primroses can still be seen
peeping through in pockets of sunshine
Mother Nature has reclaimed
her inheritance

BB73

[Chris Shaw]

Thank you BB73. I wrote the poem from memory, but the photograph will be in the album, along with the poem. It’s s beautiful place for tranquility. I appreciate your thoughts.

Chris