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    Under the sea-wash of the moon
    Enmeshed
    In a tapestry of shadows

    The unexpected
    Late night kiss in a doorway
    Sets him ajar

    Lingers
    Like a bewildered vagabond
    Who stumbles
    Upon a trove of riches glittering
    In an alleyway

    Then he remembers her hair
    The colour of Nepalese wheat fetched
    Unexpectedly
    From memory’s well
    Last edited by Tanner; 09-13-2017, 10:33 PM.

  • #2
    You weave beautiful tapestries with your words Tanner.

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    • #3
      Another little gem

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      • #4
        I love the musicality of this vignette; the weaving of cadence, consonance and assonance with the lush imagery makes for a truly captivating read. This is marvellous conjuration, Tanner. Zesta!

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        • #5
          Grant, thank you for your lovely comments. I am always fearful that I am only one step, one poem away from A.E. Housman's admonishment:
          TERENCE, this is stupid stuff:
          You eat your victuals fast enough;
          There can’t be much amiss, ’tis clear,
          To see the rate you drink your beer.
          But oh, good Lord, the verse you make,
          It gives a chap the belly-ache.

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          • #6
            You are no closer to that.

            I love the precision you employ to your work!

            This is a delicious morsel, which can be consumed in one bite, yet savoured as the full course!

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