ConversationsA Poem by Chris Shaw
look at how the vast sky
is rose tinted this morning as noisy seagulls wing their greedy way to land on old cobbled stones on a harbour’s damp slipway swans are already busy drinking rainwater collected in the base of a dilapidated boat waiting for the tide to turn to set it afloat in the distance Thatcher’s Rock conversing with the sun reminds me of Blake as he stood on Primrose Hill so long ago the glow of tea lights seen flickering between tree canopies like morse code the living are at peace the dead tell me so © 2023 Chris ShawReviews
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24 Reviews Added on October 5, 2023 Last Updated on October 5, 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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