The Rites Of Spring Poem by Tom Billsborough

The Rites Of Spring



Old tree with shapes of breast and hips
And boughs outflung.
Ancient statue and the joy of new-born Spring.
My nakedness would flower your destiny
And folly.
But my love seeks the pure folly of the breeze
Its melody.

POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
Inspired by a Poem by Lorca 'Norma'
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Gajanan Mishra 28 November 2016

pure folly- love New born spring - joy, good one sir.

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Tom Billsborough 28 November 2016

Thank you, Gajanan. I must read yours soon.

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Tom Billsborough

Tom Billsborough

Preston Lancashire England
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