by WickerG | Dec 2, 2016 | poetry |
Cuckoo spit like snowflakes beneath The larks’ bubbling call. Llanthony’s stone arches whisper Secrets, that kept us down in the valley shade. From up here, I could prop up the tower with One finger. God’s walls So perfectly made. Laura Haines (Written when walking...
by WickerG | Dec 1, 2016 | musings, poetry |
“…Time’s winged chariot hurrying near.” That’s the good thing about poetry, it’s always there when you need a quote. This one’s by Andrew Marvell, from a poem in which he’s urging his ‘coy’ mistress to forget...
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