Monday, 27 February 2017

An Awakening



Constrained by prim and proper Englishness
she giggles (nervously) as slowly he unzips her dress
and unclips her conforming comfort bra. 

In love with this, his heady scent his luscious kiss,
she wonders how far to let him go,
throwing caution to the wind.

Anna :o]

De at  dVerse has us writing a quadrille (44 words) containing the world Giggle and above is my offering. 

It is a true story based on a holiday I shared with my mother and aunt when I was sixteen or seventeen, I can’t quite remember which.   We holidayed at St Goarshausen, a delightful town located on the left shore of the Rhine.

It was here I had my first holiday romance, in fact my first ever ‘boyfriend’ and learnt of that that is love.  And love him I did.    Peter was about 6’6” and very muscular, sporting a shock of blond hair.  Jeez, the heady scent of his aftershave was pure bliss, sending me to seventh heaven - I probably loved this heady aroma as much as I loved him.

Did I throw caution to the wind?    In the end No – the bra was re clipped and the dress rezipped.  He appeared to accept this and we continued our dates and how thrilled I was when he asked for my address before mum aunt and me left for England.

Of course he never wrote, and I cried myself to sleep for weeks as dreams of marriage and a shock of blond kinder dissipated with each day that past.    So it was that I had made the right decision on that wonderful night we walked along the banks of the Rhine.  (I still remember his face – I guess you do with your first love…)

Image:  courtesy of Wikimedia Commons

Author:  Dirk Schmidt (Celsius auf Wikivoyage) - erstellt mit Autostitch

24 comments:

De said...

Awwww. I love the telling of this, as well as your afterword. ;) Ah, young love.

brudberg said...

This is just lovely... such a wonderful image of a first love, and that almost falling... the good for you is that he has never aged... I guess right now he might be overweight and bald.

Frank Hubeny said...

Nice memory of your first love.

thotpurge said...

Memories that will always bring a smile... or a giggle!!

Jenny Woolf said...

You've done so well to get all this in just a few words. Loved it.

Jane Dougherty said...

Aw, you shattered my illusion! I was hoping you'd say you ran off with him for a wild summer of love and lust and bratwurst until you got bored.

Sanaa Rizvi said...

This is just lovely!!! Ah but I too imagined the end as Jane :)

Marilyn B said...

I think she should hurry up and decide how far to go before he decides how far to go! :)

Kim Russell said...

An innocent yet cheeky story of a holiday romance. Love this, Anna!

Sarah Bawden said...

So sweetly rendered and I also loved the story behind the poem!

Michael Grogan said...

I read the explanation at the end, I think many of us had holiday romances like that....I remember a girl who sat next to me on the beach one day and we wrote to each other after, but that stopped and we never heard of each other again....

Maria said...

Beautiful piece and we all love the story behind it. 😊

Grace said...

I wanted to ask...why made you decide not to at that time ~ Sorry, but gossipy here, smiles ~

But guess it turned out good for you then ~ Good one Anna ~

indybev said...

Love the poem, love the story....and the fact that he would still respect you in the morning! Kudos (P.S. I didn't know there was such a thing as a comfort bra...I thought they were all DIScomfort bras!)

Wolfsrosebud said...

Lovely memory and proper decision

Sherry Blue Sky said...

That is a girl with a strong sense of values and self-preservation. Bravo!

Glenn Buttkus said...

Good to hear the young man understood that no meant no--for it was obvious you were interested & it could have been misunderstood as a tease.

sreeja harikrishnan said...

That's lovely....... and wise!

kaykuala said...

How nice to have remembered it all, Anna! A passing fancy but of significance to the innocence of youth's memories!

Hank

Gillena Cox said...

Nice one Anna

Thanks for dropping in to read mine

much love...

Vijita Pillai said...

That's indeed a nice piece :) Such is the irony that we remember what had to be forgotten :D But that at times is what wells eyes and brings a smile on lips, together :)

Bryan Ens said...

Somehow those holiday romances never do work out.

Susan Mehr said...

The beauty in innocence. :)

paulscribbles said...

Beautiful.