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elder

by Peter Humphreys

I touched
her
tonight
under the
stark dark
heavens
and
guided by
the stark bright
moon
I thought
I had come
too soon
upon her
in this vale
but as
my hand
fast traced
her limbs
that entwined
and held
her fast
her mystery
her loins
criss crossed
and brought me
to the thoughts
of summer
when gayly donned
with
white star
flowers
her fruit
do bless
the autumn

04/04/2007

Posted on 04/04/2007
Copyright © 2021 Peter Humphreys

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Meagan Green on 04/04/07 at 11:09 AM

lovely.

Posted by Rhiannon Jones on 04/04/07 at 12:00 PM

Wonderful! The two meanings of "elder", the wisdom, groundedness, and generativity of a fruit tree....

Posted by Genevieve Sturrock on 04/04/07 at 12:31 PM

nice imagery.

Posted by Gregory O'Neill on 04/10/07 at 07:30 PM

Hi Peter. This flows so naturally. Images that are at once, crisp and soft! Thanks.

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