Carving Her NameA Poem by Chris Shaw
restless mind meanders downstream
carried on a distraction of daydreams listless from lack of natural light crazy with cravings of river trips wanting warm sun on shivery skin longing for Lynch Island's welcome embrace seeking a new spring in a favoured retreat where only those with boats can go where spears of golden sol can strike crepuscular through leafy green a spotlight on graceful swans feeding long necks dipped in deep water eyes of lovely Loddon lilies shaded shy beneath each tiny bell shaped cap her love, busy with a mallet knocking on a chisel's hard head chipping into thick bark of rowan uprooted in winter's wayward storms fallen across footsteps of their past there he leaves his mark carved in dead wood's quiet sadness
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Added on April 25, 2020Last Updated on April 25, 2020 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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