Repose

Fay Slimm.

 

 

Repose.

 

In dying moments low sun crept
into haziness making laced
veils into buttery bands
as end-of-day yellowness swept
tree-lined horizon.

 

Cows on lush fields dun-dappled
by shadows, chewing late 
cud, trundled milk-laden
as pail-in-hand maidens tackled
beasts' creamy arrival.

 

Composed and performed music
of duty rings to slow plod
of well-rehearsed labour
when repose brings quell to usual  
chores before revival.

  • Author: Fay Slimm. (Offline Offline)
  • Published: March 22nd, 2021 03:34
  • Category: Unclassified
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  • Doggerel Dave

    So pastoral and romantic Fay - warms the cockles of my heart, even though I'm a denizen of the city.

  • Goldfinch60

    Beautiful and such descriptive words Fay, I was watching the cows and the maidens as your words took me there. This one must go into my favourites.

    Andy

  • L. B. Mek

    (a wonderful read, dear Fay
    and thanks for inspiring my little scribbled reply)
    that illusive art of a subtle life: where self-worth's meaning
    is imbued, in each completion
    of incremental
    self-set - itinerary ordered chores,
    as our dream's: pathway
    to those patiently actualised lofty goals..

  • orchidee

    A fine country write and pic Fay.

  • FredPeyer

    Your beautiful poem reminded me of the times as a kid, standing beside the farmer milking his cow and him letting me drink some of the still warm milk. Beautiful choice of words, as usual!

  • SureshG

    Transported to times past, both in verse and portrait.
    Beautifully versed.

  • ron parrish aka wordman

    loved it faye,nice image



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