Meag, The Poetess Poem by Denis Martindale

Her picture's such a winsome sight,
She looks down from above,
Like Aphrodite dressed in white,
With wistful stares of love...
Cascading waterfall-like hair,
That sunshine's beams pass through,
Her eyes like amber, so aware,
Her heartfelt joy is you...

For you inspire every thought,
That spurs her on her way,
Because of treasures that you've brought,
Through poems day-by-day...
From such as these, love songs are born,
Like rainbows cross the sky
That raise morale, bless those forlorn,
The ones that ask God, 'Why? '

And so, with wonder, she must write,
To emulate such dreams,
That far outlive the darkest night,
Its foolish, mad extremes...
For while there's hope that's strong to save,
The poets spread the word,
Until they share their growing faith,
When what they wrote is heard...

Her picture's such a winsome sight,
She looks down from above,
Like Aphrodite dressed in white,
With wistful stares of love...
Cascading waterfall-like hair,
That sunshine's beams pass through,
Her eyes like amber, so aware,
Her heartfelt joy is you...


Denis Martindale, copyright, October 2013.