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Dora Sigerson Shorter

Ireland
Wednesday, September 29, 2010

A Fantasy

Rating: 4.4
I saw Winter 'neath a spindle tree,
She plucked berries bright to crown her head.
She was singing little robin's song
While wild beech-leaves round and round her spread.
I ran home into my little house,
Pulled to the shutters, barred up the door;
I knelt down to blow the fire to flame,
Great dark shadows danced upon the floor.
Long-legged shadows came from corners drear,
Leaped up white walls, fell, and climbed again.
I hear North Wind pushing at the gate,
I won't open, not for wind or rain.
Oh, run home, wee ones, lest the whirling leaves
Take ye far away, fairy folk to see.
Crowning her dark hair with berries red
I saw Winter 'neath a spindle tree.
Dora Sigerson Shorter
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M Asim Nehal 08 October 2018
Great Fantasy...I enjoyed it Oh, run home, wee ones, lest the whirling leaves Take ye far away, fairy folk to see. Crowning her dark hair with berries red I saw Winter 'neath a spindle tree.
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* Sunprincess * 30 May 2014
..........the image of winter is created beautifully...loved..
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Mark Sauer 23 April 2012
I liked it. Good structure and rhyme.
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Besa Dede 22 April 2012
Wow, the imagination that this poem creates! Such beautiful verses. ~Besa
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