The flowers whisper,
sweet, secret whisperings,
that left to the breeze
would dissipate,
like sounds of time.
I often lie,
listening, to the
flutterings of the faerys
ever so eager to please,
dancing, ever so elegantly
in the breeze.
This magical,
colourful tribe,
begged me to see
their kingdom grand.
But my reverie
was interposed
by a harsh demand.
"ALICE!"
Then he appeared.
As if waiting for this,
watching me with his
marble eyes,
red waistcoat puffed in pride.
As he hopped,
across his green carpet,
I whispered "robin"
"ALICE!"
The faerys had fled,
the flowers wilted,
but, my brave robin,
stood tall, and proud,
his red coat
soft, like his heart,
yet so, so disdainful,
of all that stood before him,
till that shadow took him.
My poor, brave robin
knew of my plight,
but knew,
he could not stay in sight,
of the one who called "ALICE!"
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Dawns mutterings
PoetryCompilation of poems, inspired by natures bounty. We are of the earth, so it is only fitting that it in turn inspires us. Although much of my poetry is in some way inspired by nature this small compilation highlights just how much it impacts all I d...
