Aphrodite and  Donnelly

                      

Aphrodite came softly through the rose petals of a wedding

& finding the far gate      found Donnelly sitting in the rain

her manner was veiled

in her eyes     an expression of eyelashes

damp with concern

she came lightly through the wet fields

her silk scarf moistened by rain

only a soft rustle of leaves

faint imprints in the meadow

evidence of her passing

a piano accompaniment a conspiracy of violins

coming feminine through the fields

lighter than rose petals

lighter than rime

(she was wearing a cream raincoat

with brown buttons on it

belted tightly at the waist

her hair deep black

a royal blue scarf…)

Aphrodite held his tongue

Donnelly wondered Woody Allen style

whether to skip the dialogue

he came straight to the point

emboldened by her direct gaze

“Let’s not”

he tried to say

but she forbade him

                              © Dick Russell, 2014