I closed my eyes last night exhausted from the day
Soon I entered my escape; my dream world
I wandered among the fields of gold and green
Covered with poppies, butterflies and sweet smells
In the distance was a large white house
White with a pure innocence trimmed with green
It seemed to float atop a field of green grasses
The long drive was lined with oak trees as tall as the heavens
In the distance you could hear the singing of gospel songs
A comforting sound punctuated by the sounds of the horses
The scent of magnolias and cabbage roses filled the air
The crunch of the gravel beneath my feet told me this was real
In the distance; to one side of the house there was a figure
It was a man chopping wood; sweaty from the work in the sun
There were others whitewashing the side of the house
Behind me the sound of a trotting horse alerted me
Sitting astride the his saddle he cut quite a figure
His laughter caught my attention until I realized what I wore
Then all I could do was blush which only made him laugh more
The sheerness of my nightgown did nothing to hide my figure
He jumped down from his horse and quickly placed his coat on me
His fingers lightly brushed my shoulders making me shiver
His voice was still filled with laughter as he asked me if I was ok
This made me blush furiously as now I knew I was very exposed!
He turned me around to talk to me face to face, my face turned up
The sun high in the sky blinded me for a moment, blurring my vision
With a sudden breath I opened my eyes as I realized this was not a dream
The city traffic noises floated through my window as I realized it was dawn
© 2010 4 jun/cb
2 comments:
You create the scene with assured brush strokes - the magnolias, the man chopping wood... and then the dream rider and your diaphanous nightgown, creating a sense of excitement and anticipation as his hands touched your warm body...
There is a reality in the world of the imagination that can be more real that the reality of the daily round...
I felt I came close to it here and was thrilled as the strong horse stood by, its smooth flanks hot from its journey, its rider excited and ready, the nightgown quivering in the slight breeze and the beautiful body beneath trembling in anticipation...
I wanted to be the rider.
hmm...you added some additional things which would have made it more of a short story...
i like the additions. i bet that we would be able to collaborate well!
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