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Lesley Grimshaw Poem
Petite peak a Pierrots' hat
cocked tipsy veiled bride white
pines rigid as if in pews
do not bow to the winds' harsh chime
Copyright © Lesley Grimshaw | Year Posted 2009
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Lesley Grimshaw Poem
Snow falls the velvet gown
my hand imprints its deep pile
as if a memory
footprints of a fieldmouse slide and circle
a figure skaters choreography
the sun rises from above the cloud
as if a growing flower
in winter shine crystals glisten
are they glass beads or pearls?
Copyright © Lesley Grimshaw | Year Posted 2010
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Lesley Grimshaw Poem
Russet leaves snapping
Underfoot like Dragons' teeth
Slain cold a graveyard.
Copyright © Lesley Grimshaw | Year Posted 2008
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Lesley Grimshaw Poem
Starlings fly at a distance
why do I believe these black beads to be Starlings?
they are so far away
against a powder pink sky her neck
and black bushes of trees stretching long
the black fur of her dress
trailing soft snow
a delicate fringe
then a pause
the break in a song
a blue sky to melancholic black
this is the mood.
Copyright © Lesley Grimshaw | Year Posted 2010
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In awe of him I stared as if he a mountain
of grey glaciers where black butterflies
drooped wings eyelids of the miserable mourner
our wasted limbs entwined, celtic knots half drawn
wilted wanderers wanting a feather bed
on which to lie, under glinting satin sunsets.
Copyright © Lesley Grimshaw | Year Posted 2008
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