Fay Slimm Poems

Bare now, bodies brown and skin-thin,
Limbs outspread, shaking in the cold,
Arms flung awry, trees sigh within,
And nakedly stand, looking old.
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By dreaming I reach
............................ the core of your warmth.
Breathing you nightly
................................ keeps me undaunted.
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Like efflorescence, night produces mood.
More blue than a cornflower summer sky.
Moods of the daytime too are luminous.
Your presence, though afar, creates them so.
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Relics of castles and mines fill the eye
Of the curious here, tell their own tale
With colourful mixture of 'truth and lie'
Known as legend. This allure never fails
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Only to pillows, alone in my bed
Do I pour out my soul, wholly ready
For passion to show with the coming dusk
That ushers you here. Receive you I must,
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You are to me a constant in my days
Of dull inconsequential life, I share
Every happy dream which, bubbling, stays
Inside my mind, until a chance prepares
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The garden surrounding my soul, being long
Under control, bore no visible weeds.
Every bed seemed tended, all plants belonged
To a known pattern of life, no wild seeds
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It is rarely revealed, but inside the heart
There are sealed places where differing depths
Of spiritual love exist. Compartments,
Like caverns, kept clean and never bereft
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Young and hung with fresh greenery
Stands hope, bursting with dreams, leafing
Itself warily over drab feelings,
Flirting insistently, being
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Appearing in June, trumpeted lances
Rise like fine swords fencing for room, daylight
Shines on pink blooms strung around serried ranks
Of foxgloves, belying valiant fights
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