Larissa Poem by James Timothy Jarrett
Larissa
I thought of her one day
Walking in the woods
Between the sun and shade.
My wild child,
My Celtic beauty,
Beautiful and strong,
Her blonde hair
Flying in the wind.
With a smile on her
Face and mine,
We raced through
The small streets
On roaring steel,
Daredevils,
Without care.
I smiled as the wind
Ruffled through my hair
And wondered
Where
My wild child
Had gone.
'Larissa' on roaring steel.- what an image! ! - - -and you engage a strong warmth as this poem is being read aloud Jim - - so glad you are back in harness with writing - - a tender and inviting narrative tied around memory - and 10 from Fay...
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5/6/2024 9:31:10 AM # 1.0.0.1119
WOW! What an image this one provoked - reminded me of a scene from the movie 'What A Girl Wants' with father and daughter racing off on a motorcycle together. The name Larissa caught my eye as it also took me back to the movie 'Dr. Zhivago'. I've always loved that name. Another wonderful piece of work! Linda :)