Ginger stories
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deborahanneshepCommunity member
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by deborahanneshep

Moon light in the fiddlers skies

Banting a slow burning sunset

Celeste I feel in lowing the spirits pose

Soft lightening breezes

Vesper the night cocoon

Dark sensual eyes lay wounded

I shall feel her novice, alone in nebulous

Each couplet in droplets of air

Muted in gingers broth

I can feel the limbs darkened fruit ripe

Roses stem, blacked with time, bodies lost

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bernardtwindwilGold CommaGranddad & story teller,
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This was beautifully written. The allusions to classicism were worked into the fabric of the poem with skill. I loved it. Great poem!!!!!