Love's Grand Design

By lenchenelf

Sat, 09 Sep 2017

4 comments

You insist on pointing brickwork,

fill all gaps to make a shrine

that none may enter except via

masonic portal to space, and time.

I build dry stone walls, my love,

where earth may settle, brambles cover,

tangled weed and wild flower gather,

let others forage my loose-laid rhyme.

Permalink Submitted by Insertponceyfre... on Sat, 2017-09-09 18:33

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Permalink Submitted by Ewan on Sun, 2017-09-10 14:46

a pleasure to see something from you rewarded with an accolade from the editors, Lena.

best

Ewan

Permalink Submitted by london_calling79 on Sun, 2017-09-10 15:48

Gorgeous balance on show here. Crafted so the stanzas are even and the lines contain the same equality.

Permalink Submitted by lenchenelf on Sun, 2017-09-10 16:54

'tho slightly apprehensive in case someone's made a mistake

all the best

Lena :) xxx