An Essential Melancholy


the may flower is out
and a warm wind
storms along
the coast;
twilight
gathers shadows
into the sea,
the night
swells, heavy
with anticipation;
far away
blows
a whale,
a candle
throws shadows
on these pages
where the light
infantry
march along,
whistling
a cheerful
song,
wink
at the pretty girls,
who shake their ribbons
and their curls,
so fleetingly.

 

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Jason Bayliss

Sun 7th Jul 2019 18:22

Like that John, love little tease on the word light.

J. x

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Do.RoThY

Sun 7th Jul 2019 17:54

Seems you have been reading elizabethan poetry.......this poem particularly reminds me of the past poets ...... Rich tone!!! Loved it🙌

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