The damage so far:
Four pawns dismissed, bishopricide,
And one errant knight unceremoniously unhorsed
Oh yes, and each between-moves comment
Systematically, coldly dismantled, torn apart.
Check.List.
As proof of God [he, she, it or they]
I cite immense varieties of greens of grass
You counter 'tis but biochemical happenstance
Chlorophyll's green, the rest mere impurities
As to my plea for autumn leaves
Their multifarious shades [to you] just toxins
Hitching a helter-skelter ride.
And petals? And scents?
Honey traps for pollinating bugs
and sentimental soft-hearts. Thanks.
Petal patterns, you say,
follow mathematical imperatives: molecules
attract and aggregate in smallest space.
A challenge:
show me a pattern to break the rules
show me a proof of God.
Check.Out.
I suspect you've guessed by now
[Maybe by the way my hand lingers a little too long
And a little too low on the hip
To guide her along the meandering
half slick, half steaming garden path
and avoid the sickening crunch of crushed snail]
That Jayne and I
Are something more than casual friends
And players of chess. You're right.
We're sometime lovers three weeks
In maybe just as many years
Not concurrent, you understand, but piecemeal
An hour here and there and once, just once,
A wild and windfall weekend.
No permanence
For sake of family, friendship
and [be honest, now] sheer funk.
Check. Over.
We're here, at the very ecological edge
of the wilderness garden.
With a little nod you concur with my request
to tread with care. The little lemon-yellow toadstools
which punctuate the turf are yet unnamed.
I direct your hand beyond my assembly of wild grasses
behind the stately clump of sedge.
I invite you to investigate the tiny patch of flowers
Fritillaria meleagris, Snakes Head Fritillary,
half hidden in the shade.
You crouch and peer. "Christ!" you snort,
"Michael C, you wily Welsh git
these bloody plants
They've got a f***ing chess-board printed on!"
The f-word!? Jayne? Can't be
She drops to her knees, looks right and left
then fore and aft. Not overlooked.
Her lips twitch, eyes a-gleam,
knees encrusted with mashed toadstools
still unnamed [and won't be now]
"OK, cherub," [forgiven, then]
"You've shown me proof of God
and now my love
."
Ziiippp
"
I'll supply
some proof of heaven."
Check. Mate.
Author notes
Love affairs later in life are sometimes less intense, less 'driven' -
which certainly does not mean they are any less passionate - or any less fun!
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Overall, this was fantastic to say the very least! The ending is definitely the grabber for me. It just summed it all up rather well. Thank you for sharing this, it was a delight to read!
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Thank you ... it was meant to entertain!
Mike
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ohmy
I liked this alot.
different, yes. funny, a good read, thank you very much.
love,
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Different, funny and you like it? - I rest content
Mike
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I enjoyed this very much. It is a little different to a lot of the work posted on AP. It is interesting that our approach to relationships does change as we get older. Hopefully for the better!
Oh yeah...talking about chess, is it my imagination or does Chess Titans (the game on Microsoft) bloody well cheat or what? LOL
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Better? By and large, yes, I think. Thank you for the comment, it's much appreciated.
btw.: I never did get into computer games of any sort, despite the blandishments of sundry children / grandchildren! ... so I can't comment on Chess Titans [I'm bloody useless at real chess come to that!
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I'm not a 'gamer' either I just love chess. Chess Titans is standard on Vista Home Premium. It's the only game that I play on my laptop. I can beat it when it doesn't cheat lol!
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Whoahhh. Sounds like you've met your match, Michael. 
Very enticing penning, Scribe. As for your notes...and as for my own "later in life"..."Fasten your seatbelts, it's goin' to be a bumpy night." 
Good luck in Jin's contest, my Friend. 
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Ah ... Jayne was a while ago. She's now in New Zealand with her sons [who thought I might discourage her from emigrating - thus the 'family' conflict]. Of course I did no such thing and they went. Pity!
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