I Cling to Thy Poetry

by Ben   May 9, 2018


I hath never been so content;

Long afternoons on lush
green banks of the riverside,
lounging in auspicious light,
as thou call by name,
the flowers and birds who
wouldst grace an Indian summer
with scent and song.

A summer never to be forgotten,
indeed, until mine last breath leaves
I shall remember the sweet
melodies of the nightingale,
the thunder in mine chest,
the radiance of thy skin
beseeching mine trembling
fingers to touch.

Even as an apparition,
these eyes still search for thee,
mine love, those that wouldst
rest upon thy beauty now
delve within the prose of your memory....

Perchance, to discover the solace I seek among
the fluid arcs of thine ink on parchment.....

I cling to thy poetry.

It was thou who were taken from 'ere,
but I who were left,
torn as a frost-laced spider web in a storm.

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  • 1 week ago

    by mossgirl19

    Congrats on the win, Ben! Ti's is soulfuL, beautiful and bittersweet all in one.

    • 1 week ago

      by Ben

      Thankyou fair maiden I bow to thee :)

  • 1 week ago

    by Ben

    Thank you Guys so much for all your comment, they are very humbling :)

    Ben x

  • 1 week ago

    by Mark

    Great win! Congrats

  • 1 week ago

    by Milly Hayward

    Congratulations on a well deserved win. Milly x

  • 1 week ago

    by - Mr. Darcy

    Congratulations :p

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