Summers Red Skirt Endings
By PoppyS
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The scent of the lilac, rubbing shoulders with
the apple mint and golden thyme before arrives
the late of summer's days.
With the bowed boughs, of the blossom trees, honeyed
in the fragile husk, of the evenings setting light
Where stands to nod
the kings and queens, of the roses fading fast, who long time fatiqued
in their once summer youth of stately prime.
Of, those tall cut flowers
with their colours loud, that grace
the crystal vase.
Swallows feasting belly full, whilst
the summer's sky, she still is blue.
And on the wind that stirs the creatures rise, the poppies red
they cast away their delicate skirts
with nothing outside, an enobled sigh, each
keeping hunkered close -
their seeds of next years birth...
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This is such an enchanting
This is such an enchanting poem poppyS,
it encompasses the senses,
Thank you so much for sharing.
Jenny.
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Some lovely rich colourful
Some lovely rich colourful images in this poem. If you're looking for suggestions, there are a few misplaced commas and the odd apostrophe too. Thank you for posting it!
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I agree. Very visual and
I agree. Very visual and evocative. Just has me feeling sad, prematurely, for the end of summer. Lovely read. Spotted a comma in the middle stanza after "Of". And maybe fatigued. Looking forward to reading more from you.
Parson Thru
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It sure does!
It sure does!
Parson Thru
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