![]() Spring FeverA Poem by Chris Shaw![]() (one from the archives)![]()
It's not with ease that I besmirch
those catkins swaying from our birch. They cling to brushwood, golden bright like pendant earrings worn at night. A cloudless sky has summoned spring, but shaken pollen has a sting as itchy, streaming eyes have I from particles set free to fly. A thumping head, a fever too, my mood has turned a shade of blue, so I must search to find some pills to solve the problem of my ills.
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Added on May 28, 2019Last Updated on May 28, 2019 Author![]() Chris ShawBerkshire, United KingdomAboutAlbert, my paternal grandfather introduced me to Tennyson when I was nine. I have loved poetry ever since but did not attempt writing a single piece until I was 40. It's never too late to try somethin.. more..Writing
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