Wish ListA Poem by Chris Shaw(one from the archives and written after viewing a travel photograph)
A path divides a cemetery,
an avenue scraped clear of snow lies silent in mid-winter's grip. Black marble headstones icing-topped are lonesome in the valley's dip and silhouettes of naked trees show slender as their limbs stretch high. On guard and set to pluck each star, a sparkler in the dark night sky. Though all of this, a poet's bliss, to stand and stare, drink in this sight, the Northern Lights with turquoise hues, roll through the heavens. Cobalt blues and silken sheen of emerald greens are riches calling to be seen. A promise made before I die, I'll see this vision in the sky.
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12 Reviews Added on May 28, 2019 Last Updated on May 28, 2019 AuthorChris ShawBerkshire, United KingdomAboutAlbert, my paternal grandfather introduced me to Tennyson when I was nine. I have loved poetry ever since but did not attempt writing a single piece until I was 40. It's never too late to try somethin.. more..Writing
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