The Birth of OpalsA Poem by NevilleThe Birth of Opals Upon my very word I did once marvel At the seeming birth of opals Along the subtle curve of Her naked back and thigh And how within their Fiery glow They did so very much resemble The cascading wave of Salmon flank Across my semi precious A county blessed with What once was and what Might once have been Upon my very word I came to know those skies So well indeed Or did I merely wish or dream it so For my body and my soul All those blues greens Reds and golds As delicate as fern fronds And fragile as a wren’s egg Just as full Yet without familial ties It was then she Sighed and smiled and Brushed those tiny beads Of sweat aside As iridescent as The wings of a Hover fly and transient She was still there Till she was all but gone And that is the nature of This one word love I have learnt to frown
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Added on June 9, 2018Last Updated on June 9, 2018 AuthorNevilleGone West folks....., United KingdomAboutSometimes my imagination get's the better of me and then the pen takes over .. more..Writing
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