February CallingA Poem by Chris ShawSpontaneous write
January a month of ghastly …
ghosts goodbyes and shadows suffocating where even the limbs of our silver birch sigh with grief and wave weak in their doldrum sorrow insipid is the winter garden drear in despondent gloom January a month without mirrors can’t end too cursing soon in hibernation don’t find me they say for the love of the Lord don’t look at yourself even your own skin is a sickly shade of grey a countdown to days ahead where those beds where the bulbs rest will bring signs of life wait for the first snowdrops to appear or crocus in golden clumps bid hello as the most wicked month in the calendar year retreats while I cheer with my hearts drum beat February calling © 2023 Chris ShawFeatured Review
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23 Reviews Added on January 7, 2023 Last Updated on January 7, 2023 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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