|Summer Evening, Edward Hopper, 1947|
Poetry Prompt Magpie Tales
Jasmine blooms scenting the night air.
A father's cologne on a grown up son.
Cooling night air filled with quiet sounds.
Buzz of ciadias, tumbling of moths.
Mosquitoes persistent hunting whine.
Front porch brightly light,
No shadows, no secrets.
Him leaning in, her leaning back.
Their silence broken by breathing.
The ball game rumbles faintly
on Father's new radio set.
Mother leans back, seeking
one glimpse around the corner.
"He's a nice boy" she comments.
"She's my baby girl." he responds.
They smile at each other, knowing
that it wasn't that long ago for them.
Hands brush each other, hotly.
A time when waiting was worth it.
The price to pay for true love.
One day they'll be inside too.
Watching young love bloom bright,
under the summer porch lights.
Remembering their budding to bloom.
The scent of jasmine and his cologne.
Copyright 2011 Shanyn Silinski