Wild Blows the Willow
By Silver Spun Sand
Fri, 25 Feb 2011
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Spring comes and it goes...
when lilac halos ring the trees,
and a skylark sings its promises
of evenings, wrapped in silk...
breeze-dried, a nightgown
on the line, strains to break free
as Painted Ladies flit, skittishly by
kissing star-studded hedgerows.
Cimmerian grow the days...
I am content to stay inside, head
on your lap – dreaming next to you;
glad, perhaps, of the respite, winter brings...
A piano stands silent in the half-light;
fingers, not as quick as once they were,
yet tunes live on in the rafters of our home...
hand-cut, in the heady days of June.
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One has to be quick to keep
One has to be quick to keep up with your prolific writings Tina. I liked this one very much- so atmospheric
;)Pia
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This is excellent - full of
This is excellent - full of images and meanings and I love the title and its slight disconnectedness with the piece.
Rob
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Love the nightgown image,
Love the nightgown image, Tina - it makes the poem for me! Spot on girl - Spring does come and go before we know it. It's my favourite season, the one I look forward to most and dread its departure.
This is one to keep reading especially at this time of year. A gem.
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Simply stunning, Tina. I
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Simply stunning, Tina. I love the second stanza especially. Well done on the cherry :)
Magic xxx
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This is very beautiful, I
This is very beautiful, I love the images in the first and last stanza especially; 'lilac halos ring the trees.' I really enjoyed :)
Beeme xx
k.
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Yes, another cracker, Tina.
Yes, another cracker, Tina. But please, don't slow down. Write like your life depends on it. We won't mind, really!
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Just lovely this Tina, and a
Just lovely this Tina, and a typically brilliant last stanza. Very much enjoyed. :-)
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