Dusty, black-and-white photos lay in a shoe box;
And the last: a white dress and a smiling woman
Who looked down, from slightly above me
As I stood watching her, on her grassed hill-side.
A woman in a white dress:
Away and behind her –
A back-drop to the white dress drifted foreground
The early Summer hill-side sloped
Grass, shale (perhaps) and chalk, to the sea.
The sea was the frame and mood.
Black it was in the photo;
But I imagined a deep, deep blue –
Behind and below her;
And framing her so white dress.
Flints were sparsely strewn at her feet,
Sand dusted the grass which climbed a little behind her;
She stood still,
A smiling sentinel on her grassy knoll;
A Monet in black-and-white (without the parasol);
Breeze against a curved body
The cloth a drift;
And only the wind providing its slight movement.
The smile again
Eyes shaded – dark glasses against the sun.
No shade could hide that smile.
The monochrome, white and dark
Gave an age to the photo;
But the mood
Was of a clear bright day:
Summer spun greens of the hill-side;
Whites: her dress, the chalk and flint,
Flecks on the sea below;
The intense blue of the sea;
And at your feet: the sandy soft, and richer greens, of the grass.
Your smile, as you looked down at me,
As I stood watching you on your grassed hill-side above the sea,
Spoke to a memory.
And you: a photo in a box.