In a tidal wave of cobbled suns
Spent flower heads cram forward
To see the concert players rise
On the last surprise of wind
Before the last touch of day
Defensive spines fire flushed
Pierce through the buttery walls
Of yellow meadow light
As fieldmouse mingled stems
Bend in applause
Chris Martin, Pembrokeshire, Wales, UK
Chris Martin is in her late 50s and has always preferred writing as a form of expression. She loves 19th century literature, and also films which lift up the layers and add a bit of fantasy, like 'Pan's Labyrinth'.
ReplyDeleteThis poem so elegantly painted a mood as a picture. It left me feeling so serene. It's lovely.
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