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It were nowt but a dream

Sun drenched

Pitiless blue skies

Greeted

Good Friday morning

 

Felt a strong desire

Acted upon it

Rang my bossom pal

"Sorry unavailable" the answerphone blurted

 

Gambled

Ventured out to her resting place

Saw a notice pinned on the headstone

Reading

 

Sorry I'm not in

Rather busy today

_ gathering wildflowers in the meadows

_ rehearsing songs on hill tops

_ reciting poetry in the coppice

_ dancing on the island on the lake

Unlikely to be .................

 

Suddenly I wakened ringing wet

Perchance the Easter Story

Resurrected

It were nowt but a dream

 

◄ Thank god for a welcome companion

Haiku ►

Comments

<Deleted User> (18118)

Fri 10th Apr 2020 19:18

Beautiful poem.

Resurrected to do wonderful, meaningful things.

Hannah

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