A Minute form. Inspired by Michael’s rendition.
wouldst thou call upon love’s embrace
her cuffs of lace
will wrap warmly
and surround thee
as spectral lights adorn blewe sky
and ghosts loom nigh
from whence their place
to haunt your face
if thou were touched by such as she
and trumpery
wouldst thou forswear
at the black maire?
Author: Anita Lubesh
I write poetry/prose/stories/short stories/verses for children/sketch/and have 6 chapters of a novel sitting there like that half eaten trifle in the fridge or bottle of Jack Daniels because something makes you afraid to eat it or drink... right now..
I am a proud Geordie from England's northern hemisphere and the beautiful city of Newcastle upon Tyne. I live with my lovely husband who came all the way from sunny California just for me, and my favourite animal, Bobble, our dog.
I am a member of Greenpeace and Friends of the Earth and wish we could all do more, especially today, when such a lot is wrong.
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Happy to have been a catalyst to such a lovely poem. 😁
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Indeed you were. Thank you. That makes 3 forms I have done. I hadn’t done them for so long.
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Such perfection from such a very savvy and most imaginative writer.
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Savvy lol I’ll take it. Thank you, B
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