BluebellsA Poem by Wilyem Clark
When again may I tread the trails
Among the bluebells' drowsy cowls? It seems an impossible task these days To organize any pilgrimage, Especially one to that fertile swath, That mudplain where spring beauties huddle With budding mertensias clustered near. O to crud up my boots once more, To tramp without trampling the tender stems! It would so give me great delight To be in those jalousie-shadowed woods, Beneath the pawpaws' ruddy blooms-- Scant but audacious flop-lipped kissers-- Between the embankments of silty rills, A holy, ethereal other-place, My heels begrimed with sacred muck. © 2021 Wilyem Clark |
Stats
62 Views
Added on March 20, 2021 Last Updated on March 20, 2021 AuthorWilyem ClarkWashington, DCAboutI've been writing poems since my teens (now in my 60s) and prose since the 1990s. It's been hard finding decent forums online--the free websites too often suffer sudden deaths. My "published" works ar.. more..Writing
|