Fields Of BarleyA Poem by N. N. GraingerI almost never get inpiration from ewhat i see "Because her eyes are like mine, when she looks my way."
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Fields of Barley When the nascent barley is a sheet of silk- Billowing in field breeze. Summer haze sails the sea; A majestic-feather lime green. I wade, hip deep in this satin land. Fingertips through silk mist, It laps my waist, I hands kiss the surface And stroke barley though olive-branch fists. Squint these eyes, away to my shoulder, Turn away from gold blinding white. The weather’s hands are on my skin, Radiates to the touch by molten gold light. I stand beneath sky; crystal blue. Pure on all degrees: clouds are air today And so my eyes mirror above: Blue-eyed warmth and the end of May. Rippling satin-green whispers its song To the applause of distant living green Darkened with age - ancient oaks Carried by breeze and it whispers to me. Her eyes are sweet jade and honey dew gaze She is lily of the valley and crisp white wine I'm told by her scent; mostly my senses In cotton white linen, she is divine- Don’t look away; I am of a flutter. I narrow my eyes and slow my gait; She’s too close for discomfort, Because her eyes are like mine, when she looks my way. © 2009 N. N. GraingerAuthor's Note
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Added on May 31, 2009AuthorN. N. GraingerGuisborough, Teesside, United KingdomAboutHello I'm Natalie :) I've been writing on and off now for about four or five years. I am currently studying English at advanced level and am soon to pursue a degree which I hope will involve some for.. more..Writing
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