You do not think of me
With the thrush song in the hawthorn
Or the mistletoe ripe on the bough.
I am lost amongst thorns and poisons;
Unsung and pale.
So our love then; a beach we danced across,
leaving not a footprint.
It was a fire that burned everything up;
leaving no warmth.
It was a tree grown tall in the forest;
falling without a sound.
It is me standing now
Facing dusk
Anchoring my long shadow.
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Jabberwocky (
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I like this it makes me think of the fire over here in co.down mourne mountains 2 weekends ago how it burnt for 2 days or more ..I wish it could of been longer I'm awful about longer poems I think its because all the great poets write pages of one poem .. and I write longer too (Im okay not great) 😁
As dusk falls and the darkness descends remember that that darkness will become light in the new day.
Andy
I like the prickly nature imagery that you use to convey and express your muse. Its a great wry lament in metaphor. Kudos!!!
Plz do read and comment my newest poem too.
'So our love then; a beach
we danced across,
leaving not a footprint.'
'It is me standing now
Facing dusk
Anchoring my long shadow.'
wonderfully paced poetry, accessibly worded
thanks for sharing
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