10th April 2014.




A thousand shards.


Where golden rapeseed danced wayward
Beneath the towering sky
And the loving breeze on rolling hills
full of swallows high -
There lay a thousand shards.


The violet hour where the sun kissed
the tops of common ash
And faraway glints of shooting stars
died in a smiling flash -
There lay a thousand shards.





Poetry by John Ashleigh
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Written on 2014-04-10 at 01:12

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excellent
2014-04-14


Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
This is excellent, John.
2014-04-13


shells
Just beautiful, upon reading I initially thought there was just one stanza, delighted to find there was two :-)
2014-04-12


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2014-04-11