Poem -
a spell, a sparrow + the colour purple
a purple spell she gave me
upon my dying day
said she...take this here spell with
you
and death my friend will fail but...
I had no wish to linger, for some
of us need dead
said I...see that there dead
sparrow
please place it by His head
for life is only worth a jot
when joy is given and begot
and happen that dead sparrow's
song
will spread more joy if He lives
long
whilst I am dark of soul you see
your purple spells are not for me
and I thank you from my dying
head, but some of us just hanker
dead
MΒ ~
Β
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hugs!
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Ohhhhh.... Marion!Β This poem is beautifully constructed. It dances in the mind. Your words are heartfelt andΒ brilliant. I'm sorry, of course, that you feel this way but ...oh.... what a poem. It has that old fashioned feel, in the way that it completely measures up to the work of the old masters x
Your reply here has warmed my heart Tina...thanks so much love xx
the following πis but a small token to demonstrate how very much Iπthese words .. x
Thanks so much Nev x