Blood Red Rim
Tis beauty rare contained therein
Ne’er to divide
Her crescent blood red rim
So guard it well
With cloth and prayer and seraphim
Then rise my love be born again
Tho still so very far away
How fondly shall I think of thee
Wrapped safely in an ancient shawl
Pon leather chair and yes before
Her mirrors opaque and vacant stare
She sleeps tho fitfully dreaming of a lover
Then ponder till my safe return
Then let us dance and dance again
To this most sacred requiem….
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Author:
Neville (
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Someone having fun there?! If so, glad someone is. Fido won't let me have anything of 'ardour'! lol.
Give the dog a bone and enjoy the day.... thanks for visiting these words Orchidee..... Neville
Aww I know. Fido's holding me back. Won't let me let my hair down. Quiet, mutt! Cease barking a while!
A spiritual feel to this verse of tribute to lost beauty Nev. - -- atmospheric and intriguing this write which allured me from title to final line................ Fay
Then I am gonna feel pleased with myself for the rest of this fine mane for sure.... and bless ya too dear Fay....................
Neville
And who could knowingly disagree that the future may find your lost ones arms embracing your dancing soul.
A classical feel woven into a mysterious tapestry of lament today.
hey.. you got a poem in the making there my friend... bless ya and true DA ..... Neville
Another lexiconic delight - a true work of the poetic art.
Now that is something... Many thanks Michael many thanks indeed.......Neville
Neville,
Reading this exceptional write is uplifting my day!
Thank you for sharing!
~Laura~
I can't thank you enough for stopping to consider it.. Many big and meant thank you's Laura.....
Neville
This was really quite a stunning read, from beginning to end. Another I feel, worthy of the classics!
Bless you Christina..... N
Oh woe, I've not found any ardour as yet. I'll put Fido in the dog-house, an then I'll find out all about it!
You are a good Guinea Pig.......
I feel that your recent posts are invoking a love deeply held, now bubbling to surface. Sown together they form laurels to love in all fields of sight, sound, touch, aroma and above all heart.
Thank you most kindly my good Friend.. but a gentleman never tells.. he just writes about it every now and again....... Neville
And dance again you will with wonderful words like these.
Cheers my friend, what a nice thought..... Neville
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