Free FloatingA Poem by Chris Shaw
that one and only prized phone photo
taken in the depths of a bluebell wood where we paused after a long walk careful not to tread where the flora had spread wide so intense the blue violet carpet not a single flower head we wished crushed under a careless foot while the dewy scent permeated throughout the evening air where a spontaneous shaft of late sunlight discovered my fair hair restored to its former glory well that’s another day story of how age can rob us of golden my clumsy fingers recently pressed the delete key by mistake gone that moment of woodland magic lost into the ether of evermore forever floating free © 2023 Chris ShawFeatured Review
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19 Reviews Added on May 13, 2023 Last Updated on May 13, 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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