Laurelled Love

Kevin Michael Bloor

And in that grove, upon that heath

where we lay down to sleep

they wove, for you, a wedding wreath

from tears they’d made you weep.

 

With thorns, entwined, to bite my brow

they wove, for me, a crown

to mock me, as a sacred cow,

and cast me as a clown.

 

But in that grove we slept secure

in love, deep as the sea.

With laurelled love

we could endure,

like Christ, nailed to that tree!

 

  • Author: Blue-eyed Bolla (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: December 18th, 2020 09:30
  • Comment from author about the poem: for our beloved, misguided enemies
  • Category: Love
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  • FredPeyer

    Well said, Kevin! Nice pic too!



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