Old Soul of England

by Maple Tree   Apr 29, 2013


I left England back in the old age,
belonging to the same iris's, soul
and heart of me.

Another time perhaps
for the dimensions are unclear,
forging a path of meadow green,
lavender weed thistles gave
me sense of feeling,

but I gave into death-

Tipping mugs of ale,
skirted in thoughts of
brothels and wenches.

Still feeling my raven locks
dangling in a breeze of
reincarnated dreams, teasing
shoulders of dirt scuffed
bareness.

Longing for England,
shuffled in time,
to kiss the knight
that waits for me still....

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  • 11 years ago

    by Robert Gardiner

    Wonderful Write!!!

  • 11 years ago

    by Abed

    There is a nostalgic tone in here that I'm fond of, and that makes you feel attached to where the lines are heading. Your title reflects well the content; maybe I liked it more because it's specifically about the UK, a country that I like so much.

    Lovely piece.

  • 11 years ago

    by Britt

    So I know you said England, but I read a lot of Nora Roberts books and she writes about Ireland and magic a lot.. and this reminded me of one of my favorite books from her.

    I LOVE the meadow green and lavender weed thistles. Thistles are so peculiar to me, they can go so many ways as far as imagery goes.. and AH. I love the thought here.

    Andrea this is just beautiful.

  • 11 years ago

    by The Poet Behind The Poems

    Sounds like 1800 England crossed with a fairytale I love the inquires In this piece , simpley beautiful :)

  • 11 years ago

    by Wild Flower

    You know what I love even more about your latest poems? We can feel the sadness and we know it exists but the fact that you are staying away from the sadness and depression category makes me feel there is a smile even if the poem itself is speaking sadness.<3

    This is really an amazing piece, just love it:)

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