Twin Seat
Reminiscent of medieval windows
In repose against an ancient wall
Twinned seats in iron wrought
Languishing until the return of spring
To warm and settle the metal
Into a welcoming retreat
Until then you chill the cheeks
Of any brave or foolish souls
Who linger in the sleeping garden
Unblessed by loves gentle glow
Lucid Gypsy 
oooh, chilly cheeks …. let’s wait for summer!
Gilly, I LOVE this piece! I especially love that line about waiting for “spring to warm and settle the metal.” And I agree that those without love will chill their cheeks, but those with love’s glow inside won’t even notice. Been there; done that. Too bad I’m not in love now; guess my cheeks would get really cold.
My morning coffee went down so much better this morning after reading this, Gilly. Two lines that jumped out at me:
“…Languishing until the return of spring”
“…Until then you chill the cheeks”
The imagery made me smile. Lovely. 😉
Schönes Bild lieber gruß und einen schönen Tag Grüß und Freundschaft.Gislinde
Some nice imagery here! 🙂
your poem is a wonderful tribute to the twin seat!
This is such a cute and fun poem, Gilly. Chilled Cheeks as opposed to Hot Buns. 😀