Fay Slimm Poems
A Pure Love.
As the snowdropp sea of glistening white
Envelopes and amazes me, I, standing
Here in a woodland clearing think of mighty
Love. This waving scene of purity hangs
It's every head of gleam shyly downward
In a modest pose, but lift each face and
Look at love so pure it takes us forward
In accepting states of grace that random
Fate never planned, but rather Godly love
Created. They glow with light, and scented
Subtly, are as fresh as dawn. Just above
This ocean of delight hangs, relentless,
January sky which now threatens rain.
Pure love is snowdropp white ...
How often would my phone go - then a voice would say
'It s only Venn'.
A soft and gentle Cornish tone
Would whisper low into the phone
As if excusing, say again
'Hello my love - it s only Venn'
My unassuming humble friend