Roving A Glen, Til - Lady With Harp Poem by james watkin

Roving A Glen, Til - Lady With Harp



A natural occurence, this?
'In dreams only!
Ireland's wildest, heard blow through
Beguile most do'.

Home must be! Celtic harpest
At wood's edge - Faerie!
Snuck up to, deer-stept, day-lit
Her beau. Elfin-fit!

Friday, November 18, 2022
Topic(s) of this poem: lady,music,strange
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james watkin

james watkin

Melbourne Australia
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