it is a known fact
that as he stood admiring
a fine skyline of the city of London
in all its breathtaking splendour
Blake conversed with the sun
from atop Primrose Hill
content i would have been
if he’d sat with me upon this bench
hewn out of a fallen tree
strategically placed to appreciate
the quiet slopes of our valley
sweeping from feet to depths below
while the glow of sol burnishes
where meadow grass once danced
now cut back rolled perfectly baled
to bake in warm sunlight
like ink blots on yellowed parchment
crows in random rows
in their black coat and tails
pause in golden stubble
resembling musical notes
on a composer’s manuscript
i am singing
i am singing
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Keep chanting cassie
This seems like an extract from a book
Very professional like
Needless to say
Enjoyed the read
Thank you peto. No book yet. One day maybe. Have a beautiful weekend.
Paints such a beautiful picture in my head...👍🏻well done
Thank you Alan. Pleased you enjoyed this older poem.
Exquisite poetry dear Cassie, a sight to see from Primrose Hill. 🌹
Thank you Teddy. The view from the top of Primrose Hill, across the city of London is memorable. No wonder Blake wrote of it. Have a lovely weekend 🌹
I know it's a panoramic my dear friend. 🌹
A rich write, Cassie . The composite thought of Blake and a pastoral landscape so close to town certainly got your creative juices going. Thanks for that.
The walk to the top of Primrose Hill is very green with lovely trees Dave. A similar walk to the top of our valley, with a very different vista from that of London. Many thanks for stopping by.
Sing away Cassie |I am sure that Blake will be listening and enjoying your songs.
Andy
A very old poem Andy but it brought back a memory of a visit to Primrose Hill and how William Blake had admired the view over the city of London. Many thanks for stopping by today. Have a lovely weekend.
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