Upon the Morrow
Summer passed
Gentle as a minnow splash
Soft and almost silent
Yet still noticed
Dappled through
Deceptive, fractured light
Blinding as it fades
Yet still golden
Make no mistake
The pulse he leaves behind
Does yet still cast
A warmth and glow
Whilst buried deep
Mid folds of some familiar hollow
Barely whispered winds of
Long hot summer days, now passed
They do caress
Her shoulders neath a freckled blush
From where she does
Discretely hide unmeasured sorrow
Today though garnets glisten
And the prettiest of bunting waves
Make no mistake,
The words he left here so many yesterdays
They do still cast a welcome glow,
Like the most comfortable of shawls
Might cast upon her neck and shoulders neath
Upon the morrow
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Ah Nev -the tense and linguistic simplicity of this tender ballad displays your indisputable talent for closing in on emotion with the use of Olde English at its veritable best....... another fave to add to my list for sure...........x
and You my lady are far too kind to this Olde English fella x
A fine write Neville. You seen any 'e'ermores' lately!?
not lately.. I see em all the time... cheers and a mighty big thank thee at that squire 🙂
Well, you seen any 'to's then, as in 'tomorrow'? A 'to' seems to be one missing here! lol. There's one sandwich short (missing) in my picnic too, as they say.I wish I would stop talking rubbish!
After viewing your work I feel so honoured to have been left feedback from yourself on one of my poems (I appreciate all feedback). Wow, what a talent you have! Just simply beautiful!
and you my friend are far too kind and more than welcome...
May those words left be left in your wonderful words as well Neville.
Andy
thank you most kindly and true my golden friend 🙂
Though subtle, I find this sad, but with a sense of hope. If that hope is for an afterlife reunion. "Bunting " makes me think of a wartime loss . Perhaps they will be together in some spiritual way.
I enjoyed this poem and the way you've subtly described the passing and the sorrow felt by those left behind. Very descriptive and yet not ponderous. I liked it.- Phil A.
Do you know what my friend, well I'm gonna tell ya... I really do appreciate you visiting my scribbles .. I welcome your reasoned responses and the constructive advice you have occasionally run past me... and for that, I am not only grateful but thank yo big time
Cheers Phil,
Neville
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