Ticket To Ride

The Poetry Bus is about to travel the highways and byways of Bogland again this week, driven by Enchanted Oak. I hope to purchase a valid ticket for once, with no last minute dash to the stop. The seriousness of this wish probably influenced my take on the subject matter, as for once I have left the joking behind me, and opted for a more romantic mien.

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Idyll


Morning shrouds the placid, shining water
with mists that roll across awakening Earth.
At river’s edge, low willow fronds have captured
this shallow, patient craft, securely berthed.

Will one who comes to claim her be a maiden,
or will it be a youth, well built and spry?
Will they rendezvous among the shadows?
These dissipate as softly as a sigh

as Sunlight claims creation as her own.
With her slanting beams outpouring from above
she drapes all bodies in her golden raiment
to act as testament to dawning love.