Donna Darkwolf Walking in Fields of Gold
Returning to Cape Town from Johannesburg. We stopped on the highway to
stretch our legs.
By sheer coincidence the CD playing was Sting's "Fields of Gold" - as
we were passing this farm, and Donna wanted to get out and walk in the
fields.
I was walking behind Donna taking photos of her, as we walked back to
The WOLF.
At some point after we had settled back in to our Durbanville house and
home, I was able to get all my photos off my camera and onto my computer.
But, none of them was that great.
So I magicked up this image, and I mailed it to Donna - along with this poem
that I composed for her.
"I recall, My Lovely, that I felt that looking at your supine sculpture,
as if my heart could leap out of my mouth – in some last sacrifice to you.
There in tomorrow’s light
Your hair streams as dark as night
Just passed
And I dreamed then I could live forever
As I have now all these years later
With the memory
Gold in the promise of
Dreams you made come true".
My office was in one of the rooms in our purple cottage, in the back garden.
Moments later I could hear Donna's rushed footsteps on the cobbled path,
between the house and the cottage.
She swept into my office and flung her arms around me - hugging and kissing:
"This is why I Love Us! Let's have a picnic brunch in our Rose Garden.
Come on, Soldier! Back to the Kitchen with you!"
And my Shiny Wife would be ordering up her menu. Setting out the blanket
and cushions.
And I? - I Commence Breakfast for Two!
