Temptation of Eve

(Picture taken Pashley Manor, East Sussex)

Visiting Julia today, we were sitting in the park when I had one of those 'moments'... you know the sort? When time stops, and stretches, and holds. And in that moment you feel totally 'there' (in more than the 'way out, maaan!' sense). You feel, you hear, you see, you smell... and there's an awareness that this is 'just right', that this is 'meant to be'... and a whole lot of other true-ities. And the moment I'm thinking of captured one person who I care so deeply about, and as the petals of the moment closed, the memory was enfurled gently, to be restored some winter where a glimpse of a flower is needed.
Ok, that sounds really soppy, and I could have simply said 'time stood still' and ' time seemed to run in slow motion', but those moments are most aptly captured as you watch in horror as your door keys slip out your hand, and fall, taking forever, onto the side of one of your favourite fragile possessions.... And as your hand moves (in even slower motion) to reach out and grab the offending metal objects of destruction, your elbow knocks against the most treasured media player you'd put there whilst putting on your jacket. Which to catch? Digitally stored work files/ music/ films and other entertainment? Or the single remaining 'love glass' (unfortunately, the other was shattered in a very similar situation the previous month) given to you by your dotty aunt, who lives in hope of you finding someone to share a more intimate drink with?!
No contest, eh? So you swing back to save your sanity (the media player, of course!), hearing the tinkling of glass as Aunt Dot's gift smashes to smithereens, but your clumsy fingers miss the mp by a hair's breath (that's all it takes to miss) and the solid 'clunk' as casing hits the new quarry-tiled floor sends the blood rushing from all extremities to your body, jamming-up in the crush, causing an overload in the core, and a chain reaction of your heart exploding, your mind screaming and this slow-motion voice whistling through you with an 'ohhhhhhhhhhhhh noooooooooooo!'
Now that's a true 'slow motion moment'! My moment wasn't like that. It was calm and spiritual.

So, let's see what I dug up today... it's a playing-with-words-but-what-the-heck-was-I-on-about kind of effort. :-)

[Poem Temptation of Eve removed for publication Aug 2017]