Nov 2015
A throng of poppies
like a lolling maroon tongue
that slumps into water
hundreds of crushes
split the scene
sunlight licks through trees
with a warm caress
autumn foliage comes to play
a swell of golden shapes
dangle from spindly arms
dance over the river
shimmering cerulean
as molten steel
on a late October morning
like a lolling maroon tongue
that slumps into water
hundreds of crushes
split the scene
sunlight licks through trees
with a warm caress
autumn foliage comes to play
a swell of golden shapes
dangle from spindly arms
dance over the river
shimmering cerulean
as molten steel
on a late October morning
Written: November 2015.
Explanation: A poem written in my own time inspired by a set of images a friend took while at Yorkshire Sculpture Park in Yorkshire, England. All comments welcome. A link to my Facebook writing page can be found on my HP home page.
NOTE: Many of my older pieces will be removed from HP in the coming months.
Explanation: A poem written in my own time inspired by a set of images a friend took while at Yorkshire Sculpture Park in Yorkshire, England. All comments welcome. A link to my Facebook writing page can be found on my HP home page.
NOTE: Many of my older pieces will be removed from HP in the coming months.
(31/M/Northamptonshire, England)
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