Misty Mountain Meadow

mountain meadow

Memory is a funny thing,
Like the misty mountain meadow
Where you kissed me that one spring.
Were the mountains soft magenta
As they appear now in my dreams?
Did the flowers glitter with dewdrops
Fresh from a fluttering rain?
Or was it a patch of blackened grass
In a dirty city park,
Where my ears rang forever
After a lucky shot?
I just don’t know what to believe;
It’s hard to be objective.
I wish you were still around
To compare our recollections.


Image from Lovethispic.
Poetry form: free verse.
Written for Eugi’s Weekly Prompt.

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18 responses to “Misty Mountain Meadow

  1. I hate when my memory fails me, but I do remember the kiss.

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  2. Moving and powerful poem.

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  3. Beautiful poem Paula. Memories are tricky that way.

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  4. Very moving lines, Paula. I hate it when memories slip from my mind too

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  5. Sometimes our memories serve us too well and other times not. Brilliant piece, Paula!

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  6. I loved the stark contrast between the two backgrounds being used. To me, it gives a satirical aspect to this piece, which I like very much. Very smartly done.

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  7. Favourite poem. ❤️

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