“Mountain of Love” Chapter 10 “Breakfast in Bed”

Stan Wilson on Feb 6, 2010

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Breakfast of frying crisp bacon and eggs with toast.

She awoke to noises in the rafters,

listened to birds and their morning laughter’s,

noticed the blankets covering her,

the old bed creaked as she stirred…..

Her nostrils sniffed the air,

she could smell bacon frying,

smelt coffee beans brewing,

she gently ruffled her hair…..

Turned and looked at the fireplace,

on the floor laid a sleeping rug,

he must have slept there last night,

hoped he was all warm and snug…..

Gazed at the back of the old man,

he was busy cooking,

she felt secure and couldn’t understand,

as she laid there looking…..

though his initial appearance was grotesque,

she saw sincerity and warmth in his eyes,

seemed to have a strong solid physique,

he’d never win any beauty prize…..

As these thoughts went through her head,

felt a strange attraction growing,

smiled as she stretched on the bed,

her movements set the old bed creaking…..

Hearing sounds from the bed,

made him turn his head,

brought her a mug of coffee,

she accepted happily……

Gave her some bacon scrambled eggs and toast,

she sat up like a queen,

thought he sure is a great host,

the breakfast was really supreme…..

She said this was just great,

ate everything from her plate,

thanked him for the blankets,

and the coffee and breakfast in bed…..

She rose and gathered her things,

he went out as she started to change,

when ready she called him back in,

and gave him back his string…..

He told her she must go,

she asked for another mug of coffee,

he nodded and did just so,

she was in no hurry to leave…..

She looked at pictures on the wall,

newspaper clippings of the Vietnam war,

at a photo of a young soldier in uniform,

with black coal eyes that made you feel warm…..

Then she heard him say you must go,

In annoyance she spun on him and said,

are those the only words you know,

She quickly apologised and smacked her head…..

Showed her the way to the mountain track,

follow the ridge with the path of course,

helped her onto her horse,

then he left as she waved to his back…..

Descended the mountain on her side,

guessed it was a three hours ride,

she was now on familiar terrain,

and to her mother she would explain…………………to be continued………….

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sambhafusia on Feb 6, 2010
well written..nice share..
albert1jemi on Feb 6, 2010
Great share
8Shei8 on Feb 6, 2010
I wonder why he pushed her away?
AlmaG on Feb 6, 2010
An enjoyable read
Stan Wilson on Feb 6, 2010
As this poem/story is unfolding in rural New Zealand 8Shei8,at a time when there was still much animosity between the brown race Maori’s and the foreign white settlers, who had come earlier,and taken the natives land,most of it by force or illegally.plus he had alot of mistrust with white people,and white women was a no no to him.hey thank you for your input,I must remember to try and add alittle background information into the poem/story…your questions are very good…thank you.
Stan Wilson on Feb 6, 2010
8Shei8 you have to remember he was well aware of his looks and appearance,and would have been the blunt of many crude jokes and jeered at,and no doubt many women may have made fun of him or just down right rejected him….and dont forget was still a very attractive woman, so he would have been very apprehensive,and he lived alone out in the back blocks so to speak..hummm you’ve given something to think about to add to this saga…thank you very much,now to put it into poetry is the hard part….hahahahaha the joys of writing huh…
Val Mills on Feb 7, 2010
Wonderful, I must go back and read the rest. Good that you’ve added the bit in your comments about the race relations situation. And hey, is that pic what you cooked for breakfast this morning?
Stan Wilson on Feb 7, 2010
hahahaha Valmnz the Scotish in me got to have me rolled oats in the morning.I’m an old porridge man…..I can still remember my mum and dad were still very much anti-white and that is back in the late 40s and early 50s….but of course times have changed alot in the last few years…We can trace our lines (whakapapa) back to the canoes.Tainui in our case.But just recently we have traced our ‘Wilson’ side of the family back to a castle in Scotland,seen our emblem,and also our tartan,it was great….hey thanks for your comments here
standingproud on Feb 7, 2010
I so much enjoyed .
now I need to go backwards and catch up on your story .
Stan Wilson on Feb 7, 2010
Hahahahaha Donna your just like me read the back of a book or news paper first then go backwards to the front….huhuhu I wonder if other kiwi’s do that…..nice to hear from you…..and thanks for your comments……….
Kris Tagre on Feb 10, 2010
the guy must be introverted or something..plus was he an ex soldier? If he was, then its understandable why he acts like that. Some soldiers could never leave behind the cruelties of war..lovely chapter (”,)
Stan Wilson on Feb 10, 2010
yes Kris he had been to Vietnam,plus as you will see in the poem/story he has an inferiority complex due to his looks and maybe his upbringing as a Maori.(native of New Zealand),plus you have to remember Maori\\\’s and Whites didn\\\’t get on to good in the past.and more so with a white women…some still carry that dislike today,I guess it works both ways….just alittle back ground info….but hey its all go with the younger generations today…
Cynthia Cox on Feb 14, 2010
I almost hate to hear her leave this genorosity that she has found from the man scarred physically but a heart of gold he shared while she was down. A wonderful work of folding imagination even to a reader. Thank you for sharing your talent.

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