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Poetry Friday: An Irish Wild-Flower by Sarah Morgan Bryan Piatt

July 31st, 2015 (06:00 am)
awake

Current Mood: awake
Current Song: Leverage score music by Joseph LoDuca

She felt, I think, but as a wild-flower can,
Through her bright fluttering rags, the dark, the cold.
Some farthest star, remembering what man
Forgets, had warmed her little head with gold.

Above her, hollow-eyed, long blind to tears,
Leaf-cloaked, a skeleton of stone arose...
O castle-shadow of a thousand years,
Where you have fallen - is this the thing that grows?

- An Irish Wild-Flower by Sarah Morgan Bryan Piatt

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Posted by: Joyce Ray (Joyce Ray)
Posted at: August 1st, 2015 09:58 pm (UTC)

This poem evokes ancient ruins brightened by wildflowers among the stones. Thanks for sharing.

Posted by: Little Willow (slayground)
Posted at: August 2nd, 2015 12:55 am (UTC)

I had a similar picture in mind.

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