Aha! A half-tale for Valentine's Day of the tragic romance behind a Great British Icon... Beaulieu Motor Museum is but a hop and a skip from my new home by the sea... Lucky Me! :)) K xx

THE WHISPER AND THE SPIRIT


The Silver Ghost:
Eleanor, the Spirit behind Ecstasy,
the secret Whisper.

She was inspired by his face –
the sea in a crowd of faces,
his mind – tantalising stars,
gilded footnotes illuminating
esoteric scripts.

His touch sent fire,
winter fingers xylophoning
down each knuckle of her spine;
his gaze the spear of searing heat
tumbling her butt-down with ice-rink burn.

His voice the burning thread
taken deep inside, his vowels
coating the bowels of her earth,
sword of light parting her
skin from bone,
flesh from spirit.

His the greasy pole she slid down,
taut and slow, sleek and deep,
slivered lava-love erupting,
hardening her sequined lissom figure
into sculpted arabesque,
the figurehead to his gleaming prow.

Pressing her leafy, trembling fingers
to his quivering fruit lips
they swayed in canopied tree-top winds
dressed only in passion's wings:
“Hush, not a word”, she said, “of this
our Rolls Royce affair”.