It was late at night between Christmas and New Year’s, January, 1968. A time where mini skirts,fish-net stockings and short pea coats were the fashion…never warm enough for those winters in Quebec. A tuque or beret was fashionable but never worn covering the ears…that would not be stylish. The walk from the rec centre was several kilometers to her home by the river. How he fell in love with her baby blues…
Beneath wintry skies
pulls her close to him
gasping
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beneath wintry skies
shivering in their Sunday best
holding hands
pulls her close to him
hearts beating
deafening
gasping
lips moistened like morning dew
their first kiss
© Tournesol ’15
That’s lovely… I didn’t know about a troika – very nice
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I am enjoying this form that Chèvrefeuille created…click on the link I highlighted on Troiku and he explains the history of that word and how to write a Troiku.
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Wow! That is quite a poem. I like the style too. And the song was a trip down memory lane.
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I made sure to use a song that was on the hit parade in 1968:)
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Those were the days!
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