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Tuesday, 6 October 2020

my arms remembered

my heart knew how to love you

before I ever met you

I waited, never knowing

who I waited for

and then, one day

you stepped into my life

too young, too beautiful, too french

my heart recognized you

my arms remembered

that they longed to hold you

your smile was the light

which would shatter the dark of alone

I reached for you

and you took my hand

forever will not be time enough

for me to love you as I would wish

beloved french woman

light of my life

eryll oellermann

21^st september 2020

Friday, 27 September 2019

the trouble with packing

so here I am again
a strange town
a different place a new home
pack and unpack is what I do
you might almost say
i have a degree in moving
a masters in mulling over memories
brought back to mind
in the sorting of the past
which to let go
which to hold close
wrap it up
held safe in tissue and bubble wrap
boxed transported
then unwrapped again
each new place is different
each memory is the same
others settle and grow roots
my life is motion
new faces new experiences
to incorporate
in all the places of yesterday
do I wish a life more stable
more the same
do I long for friends so far away
for family and familiar faces
I always have I always will
but I am only me
because the road of life
has always called my name

Tuesday, 30 July 2019

we will wait in wild places

what do I want in life

I have lived so long

and walked so many miles

along the road of living

and I believed

I needed no more

I had it all

enough

a life well lived

and then you my love

you found me and loved me

my heart grew young once more

and I knew love

passion and desire

for you brought with you

sunshine and laughter

unfamiliar music and the taste of france

you carry with you a magic

which beguiles me

to me you are an enchantment

an enigma

I would wish to spend my life

with you

we will wander together

through this world

so beautiful

we will walk wooded paths

through sunlight and shadow

hear the call of the wild things

who hide beyond vision

feel the sand

rough beneath our shoeless feet

we will hear the waves greet the shore

watch the sea foam swirl and separate

around our bare legs

we will stand in awe

and whisper back to the mountains

which call us to them

in the warmth of a summer night

we will dance

alone beneath the moon

and rejoice in the majestic silence

of the dark sky

starlit

together

we will wait in wild places

and watch

hand in hand

30^th July 2019

Sunday, 30 June 2019

the wind and her servants

anjd the voices of the past

spoke to me

through the wind and her servants

sometimes a whisper

almost as silent

as a wordless wraith

at others a banshee screaming aloud

of the pain and hopelessness

of lost futures

they spoke through the trees

arms outstretched

as the wind formed music from their thoughts

remember me

when you feel the breeze upon your skin

know me again when I take the air from your lungs

with the force of my passion

for i am all

and always have been

the past the present the future

Saturday, 11 May 2019

who ...

who are you

for me you are ...

sunlight and shade

the first song

of nature's awakening

the rush of winter wind

which steals my breath away

white sands, blue seas

dolphins surfing translucent waves

you bring me

the magic of our incredible world

the sound of your voice

familiar poetry

the love in your eyes

my heart's desire

no beginning, no end

the gods of love

bring priceless offerings

unexpected joys

the unforgettable experience

of loving you

welcome home

my anam cara

Coucou my darling – I miss you.

I miss holding your hand and the way you squeeze mine.

I miss standing in the kitchen holding you, touching your sweet lips with mine…

that frisson of excitement, the magical emotion of soul joining.

I miss your fabulous French cooking, our evening walks.

I miss your goodbye when you leave for work in the morning and I miss the delight I feel when you return home at the end of the day.

I miss Fifi and the sunshine, shutters that actually close and tomato salad.

I love that I have learned the secret of your salad dressing is French mustard.

I love that I have learned a few French words and the way you teach me the correct pronunciation.

I love windows that open inwards – what a marvelous idea!

So many new experiences, new places, new tastes …

Brought to me by one fabulous French women.

Thank you Marie-Ange for being you.

I love the way you are, who you are and most of all I love the way you make me feel.

Eryll

25th September 2017

My woman, my wife

my breath, my life

you came in the Summer

a stranger unknown

so very French

so young

too young for me

and yet

we played and laughed

we travelled and ate

we shared music and memories

until time no longer mattered

and we crossed the line

into the realm of love forbidden

I have loved you

through the browning gold

of Autumn

and through the long dark

of leafless Winter

I learned to love you

in absence, through distance

soon the first green of Spring

will burst the dormant buds

and I will once more

hold you in my arms

beloved woman

owner of my heart