After DarkA Poem by Chris Shaw
forgotten in a chipped clay pot
half hidden by composted leaves beneath bare branches where in march magnolias make purple blooms there where all is darkly drear where recent snowfall left its mark a cluster of white bashful bells in wintry coldness huddle close a sign of growth a sign of life galanthus flowers mid the rot rebirth i hear my heart strings sing Persephone brings news of spring
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39 Reviews Added on February 4, 2021 Last Updated on February 4, 2021 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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