O Much A Boil Of Life

My attempt at a classic poem but I personally think the old English is cringe as another person pointed out on Reddit once.

O MUCH A BOIL OF LIFE

I often think of life as a mountain lake that’s nestled just over the next rise.

Our memories like that of it’s ripples lapping along the edge.

The wooded trails adventures, some trod well while others are untouched.

Oh sweet, how you sit among the stage adrift alight alive with glowing life.

Tender felt hearth || warm as summer’s touch and soft as the mist of dreams.

My breath is taken within thy vestige, between the passing side by side en passant you capture me.

As I lie in bed at night I think what a week earthly tether my spindly arms must be to hold such an angel upon eiderdowns
feathered pillows.

Times waxing candle a mean wain between flickering sleep and the coming morn.

O much a boil of life!

I beseech ye || hold but more for longer this greedy vision || yet.

That warblers call will bring it forth.

Dawn’s breaching pain through window breaks the tranquil rest.

The spell having been lifted with soft stretches and a rub of her eye.

Reviews

[Julie McCarthy (juliesp..]

Especially love the ending this is quite beautiful 🤩

[Jon R.T.]

Thank you I was afraid it would come off tacky

[Julie McCarthy (juliespenhere)]

Actually no quite the opposite I liked it a lot