Tuesday, March 02, 2010

This is my post for Magpie Tales. Being new to blogging, I have no clue how to do links so hopefully some of you will find me.


He waits for me in the silvering night

where plumey lilacs dress the breeze

and tiny daisies blanket the leas

Underneath the sentinel stone

beyond the fallen tower

No sound he makes, yet sure he calls

and I no anwer give at all

Yet still he waits for me

Underneath the sentinel stone

beyond the fallen tower

One day I shall join him there

lain to rest one morning fair

and together wait in the silvering night

Underneath the sentinel stone

beyond the fallen tower


willow said...

Wow, this is a beautiful piece, Violet. Your link is broken in Mr. Linkey on the Magpie Tales site, but I will try to fix it for you. It's best to cut and paste your whole blog URL into the Linky widget. Welcome to the Mag!!

willow said...

Okay, you're fixed and good to go! :)

Brian Miller said...

beautiful. i love the thought of those who have passed to be waiting for us as we wait for them...

and i found you. thanks willow!

steviewren said...

Beautifully crafted poem.

Jennifer Morrison said...

Beautiful. First reading the story unfolded. Second reading, meaning sets in. Wonderful mood created in

"Underneath the sentinal stone
beyond the fallen tower."

Violet Cadburry said...

Wow, thanks Willow for the help and everyone else for the kind words for my first effort. This is a fun group!

Kathryn Stripling Byer said...

Hi Violet, this is indeed a beautiful piece--haunting, even mesmerizing. I love the way you let the repetitions "sing" this poem through. So often a poet needs to just let the poem sing its way forward instead of trying to force meaning out of it.
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