Summer EVE

Leaden summer skies filled with swifts and swallows

Skipping over the hedgerows 

Fresh cool air on my face like a linen sheet 

Purple grass , of gossamer clouds at my feet


Sun horizon boiling  illuminates the oaks 

casting orange clouds 

As fierce as the forge at the hands of creation

A still, still air of silence cloaks


The moon , a slit of light 

Suspended in the blue

Like a crack in a door,

Inviting us to the other side 

Bright shafts , beaming the invitation, as before.


Knowing not where it leads 

Generations wonder

What’s behind the glimmer 

The Siren silver , pulling me in

Through the feather crescent .

Drenching shimmer forever present.


Ever above is, ever below,

The moons ghostly shadow has us in tow,

Draws us in to its shine

Like tides of endless time forth and back

Mystery of what’s behind the silver sabre crack.




03/07/2022 00:05-00:40






◄ 4 A GiRl

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Pete (edbreathe)

Tue 5th Jul 2022 19:09

Thanks Keith
Your comments are very much appreciated

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keith jeffries

Mon 4th Jul 2022 23:26

This is a unique poem as the writer has used a descriptive style which takes the reader into an almost surrealistic world which one can identify but also be entranced by.
I thoroughly enjoyed this. Thank you

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Carol Congalton

Sun 3rd Jul 2022 23:16

There's a gentleness within your words. A great poem!

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Pete (edbreathe)

Sun 3rd Jul 2022 10:03

Thanks for the comments, very much appreciated 🙏

Holden Moncrieff

Sun 3rd Jul 2022 03:37

A wonderful poem with really unique descriptions, Pete! I loved the line "As fierce as the forge at the hands of creation"! 🌷

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