Tonight Professor Brian Cox
is taking me to Venice –
and I can't believe it's 19 years
since I went there in my own body,
and saw the glass-blowing at Murano too,
and visited Renaissance paintings
huge on old palace walls.
So many years ago and still so vivid!
The husband of my heart
was with me then.
Now the long-limbed Professor,
laughing with boyish delight,
takes me up to the heavens –
the moon, the planets, the stars,
the Milky Way; the Earth from space
rising in a half-circle, swelling like fruit –
an apricot, an apple ... but it's blue.
And I begin to think instead
of my blue-eyed husband – now an angel,
wandering the stars without me.
The title belongs to Episode 4 of the BBC's 'Human Universe With Brian Cox'.
I'm linking this to Midweek Motif ~ Nostalgia at Poets United
I'm linking this to Midweek Motif ~ Nostalgia at Poets United
This made me cry, Rosemary. I had decided I wasn't going to comment on poems anymore, but I have to here. This moves me beyond words, you beautiful woman and kindred soul.
ReplyDeleteThank you. I'm glad you did! I am often too close to my own poems to know if they are working unless people tell me.
DeleteSo beautiful and poignant, and I can see him, wandering the stars.......sigh.
ReplyDeleteHe'll be doing it with gusto! (Smile.)
DeleteOh my... Such moments you made, that you can truly feel him waiting.
ReplyDeleteThis took my breath away--you and he --so very lucky
ReplyDeleteOh Rosemary, this is so beautiful, sweet and touching to the soul!
ReplyDeleteBeautiful... the memories and that blue apricot earth...wow.
ReplyDeleteI enjoyed the duo of nostalgia you wrote in this poem, Rosemary.
ReplyDeleteBut the ending...with the blue-eyed husband as an angel...is breathtakingly moving!
A lovely memory of your blue eyed angel.
ReplyDeleteThis moved me to tears with its beauty and hope. Outstanding, Rosemary!
ReplyDeletedelightful moments of the past suddenly snap into the poignant present...a very moving poem Rosemary...
ReplyDelete"the Earth from space
ReplyDeleterising in a half-circle, swelling like fruit –
an apricot, an apple ... but it's blue.
"And I begin to think instead
of my blue-eyed husband . . ."
Ah. So very sensual. Here's nostalgia to make us lean back, close eyes and smile.
How I love the term "wandering the stars"! A lovely read!
ReplyDeleteOften on overseas trips the shared experience lasts forever. How beautifully you wrote this Rosemary.
ReplyDeleteWhat a magical write!
ReplyDeleteDo you often look for him there? (In the stars?) The earth swelling like fruit, juicy words I'm licking off of my fingers, Rosemary.
ReplyDeleteNo, he usually drops in to see me here!
DeleteYes, I too as others cried from this beautiful poem - it is perfect in form and in its very essence of love and loss and regaining through the wonder of nostalgia - love.. yearning...and still burning fresh and soaring... Gorgeous write!
ReplyDeleteThis is so poignant and beautiful. I absolutely loved this poem.
ReplyDeleteHe may be up there high, but somehow I also see him behind you, looking over your shoulder and smiling as he reads these lines you write, Rosemary.
ReplyDeleteI think you're right. :)
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