Upon the MorrowA Poem by NevilleI hope now I am exorcised, for these words they did long haunt me...Upon the Morrow
Summer passed Gentle as a minnow splash Soft and almost silent Yet still noticed
Dappled through Deceptive, fractured light Blinding as it fades Yet still golden
Make no mistake The pulse he leaves behind Does yet still cast A warmth and glow
Whilst buried deep Mid folds of some familiar hollow Barely whispered winds of Long hot summer days, now passed
They do caress Her shoulders neath a freckled blush From where she does Discretely hide unmeasured sorrow
Today though garnets glisten And the prettiest of bunting waves Make no mistake, The words he left here so many yesterdays
They do still cast a welcome glow, Like the most comfortable of shawls Might cast upon her neck and shoulders neath Until the morrow
© 2020 NevilleAuthor's Note
Featured Review
Reviews
|
Stats
186 Views
9 Reviews Added on May 27, 2020 Last Updated on May 27, 2020 AuthorNevilleGone West folks....., United KingdomAboutSometimes my imagination get's the better of me and then the pen takes over .. more..Writing
Related WritingPeople who liked this story also liked..
|