![]() Conversing with BlakeA Poem by Christine Anne Shaw
It is a known fact
that as he stood admiring a fine skyline of the city of London, in all its breathtaking splendour, Blake conversed with the sun from atop Primrose Hill. Content I would have been, if he'd sat with me, upon this bench hewn out of a fallen tree, strategically placed to appreciate the quiet slopes of our valley. Sweeping from feet to depths below while the glow of sol burnishes where meadow hay once danced. Now cut back, rolled, perfectly baled to bake in warm sunlight. Like ink blots on yellowed parchment, crows in random rows, in their black coats and tails pause in golden stubble, resembling musical notes on a composer's manuscript. I am singing, I am singing. © 2019 Christine Anne ShawFeatured Review
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Added on September 30, 2019Last Updated on September 30, 2019 AuthorChristine Anne ShawBerkshire, United KingdomAboutHave been at Writerscafe for two years now, content to be in the company of like minded souls who love poetry. There are many talented poets on this forum. Have been reading poetry most of my life,.. more..Writing
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