This poem was inspired by a detail in James Proudfoot’s painting, Sun on a House, Dieppe. Margo Roby’s Tuesday prompt asked us to focus on a single detail and create a poem around it.
Tryst
Meet me behind the old stucco house,
glowing gold in the late morning sun.
Run quickly through the patches of sun
between houses. Let’s linger a while
in the shadows, tasting the air
as we move toward our release,
hurry when we get to the crest of the
hill and rush down to the sand, the
tiny cerulean waves lapping the shore
sweetest freedom

The same detail that moved me. I love the first sentence and “Let’s linger a while
in the shadows, tasting the air” this is moody and tender.
“sweetest freedom,” indeed. Well done.
Your feelings about this painting resemble mine. It’s my favourite of the three.
I love this, Barbara. The house has so much character, I can even imagine approval from it, as if it says, Of course, that’s the story.
This poem carries a life of love and carefree through these sunlit streets…I love the way the movement of your poem dances through the stillness of the painting in minds eye. :)! Wonderful.
Lovely poem. When I saw this house I thought of Le Puy-en-Velay in France. We drove through there at lunch time. It was the hottest, driest, more deserted village I’d ever seen. Not one shop was open; lunchtime. You couldn’t even find a shop to buy water. Even the petrol stations were closed. It was like driving into a drought, and we chewed on grit for hours afterward. We learned that year that August is not a good month to visit France.
This reminds me of when I was a child on vacation and we ‘kids’ let our parents sleep while we played on the beach. – not something that can be done these days. And child under even over 16 seems to be hovered over. And perhaps justly. As there are just so many more people to be aware of. And yet to have that freedom… as a child to explore.
Yes – there’s something about the light and the lanes that brings you to this building, and then away down to the shore. Just lovely!