Fay Slimm Poems

In the throes of our love
.................................I became alive.
The lamp of my soul
.................... still lights well my way.
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Summer sings loud round a table with friends.
Amid much welcoming, with well-earned fruitage,
Summer laboured, now laced with unending
Smiles.and wine-loosened tongues which reduces
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Bathed at first in milky dreams, creamy
Smooth flowed your silken words to me,
Drenching my heart, and without too
Much sweet-talk I, aware that you
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Spreading red sunsets assault naked eyes.
Carving raw seams into gashing lines
They cut deep bleeding swathes through dusky skies
While forecasting weather as fine
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One step removed from rich dark earth
Is an army of greens.
Before being viewed, roots, birthing
Hidden shoots which had been
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Well may they be a woodland plant
Where, cool and hidden, grow
In shady nook, but here at home
My forty-foot long row
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Curtains of mystical light
Pattern my room, quite soundless
Piercing white recedes the gloom
And silvers my head bounteously.
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Experiencing storm, excited seas
Stir.......... and soon boisterous
Becomes noisily loud.
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Bursting colour around budding field, setting
Goldstars ablaze in hedgerows, and singing
A springsong, Devon weekend throws regrets
To the wind and sparkles warm air. Clinging
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I want to be there
When you awake.

Every moring my heart
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