Tuesday, August 18, 2020

Country Dance Comments

Rating: 5.0

After the marquee dance I crossed a field of frosty turnips
My stilettos cobbling on the rutted furrows

The taste of a farm boy's kiss
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Sheena Blackhall
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Mahtab Bangalee 18 August 2020

The moon was a fat Buddha Clouds drifted across His face like holy incense.....beautiful imagery delineated by the lines.. love step by step on the body of country side growing up like the hide and seek game.......

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Deluke Muwanigwa 18 August 2020

Lol. I love it. The Lord said " Go forth and multiply" so you kids are doing a good job. Excellent poem.

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Sheena Blackhall

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