He said
Dove
Let me cup your feathers
In my palm
Cajole your flickering heart
Until you coo
He said
Lie warm within my arm
Plump as a lamb,
Caress the curls of your astrakhan
He said
Let me ease within
Until pearls come
She
Simply formed her body
To a smile
And said
Sweet nothing
Fabbo...and brill. Yes, the writer's block seems to have vanished....replaced with a little gem of a poem. All my favourite characteristics. Not a word wasted, subtle internal rhymes (the 'curls/pearls' link is neat and...sensuous)
Thanks.
:-)
Jx
<Deleted User> (7212)
Wed 2nd Feb 2011 21:30
yes, the writer's block has gone alright - we did tell you !
Lovely
Thank you everybody. And Stef, I'll re-re-voke my will and leave you another Rolo, the one from under the settee - do you mind the fuff? x
Lovely.
Cx
The poem perfectly matches the beautiful drawing
Philipos
Wed 2nd Feb 2011 10:50
So - the writer's block has gone - lovely poem
this is exquisite! I love it. Makes me curl up inside. The last verse - ! lovely. x
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Tom Harding
Wed 2nd Feb 2011 23:40
very delicate, very nice. in keeping with the elegance of the accompanying pic perfectly.