Poppy Field Poem by Mary Spain
Poppy Field
A sea of living crimson caught my eye
Of oriental splendour, out of place
Beneath the pastel of an English sky
Where soft-toned pastures etch the tranquil face
Of Summertime, A silken, poppied sea
That shimmered in the early morning sun,
And with true beauty's generosity
Held out its cup of joy to everyone.
The sober hedgerows glowed a richer hue,
The willow-herb a dainty blush revealed,
And I have never seen a sky as blue
As that which smiled upon the poppy field.
Sweet flowers that bring men sleep, you brought to me
A wakened joy that lives in memory.
Very beautiful, Mary. Love the imagery....love the choice of words. As usual, I am left wishing that I could write even half as well.
Liked this very much Mary One of my favourite flowers for many reasons and one in particular. Sid.xx
So beautiful this scene of yours makes me relise and appreciate the joys of nature in your poem.
Amazing use of description. Made me see and believe your words. A amazing poem.
'And I have never seen a sky as blue As that which smiled upon the poppy field.' A joyful poem with soft-green imageries. 10+++
Thought this was lovely. If you get the time try my perspective.'Poppies' Thanks
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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very Shakespearean... nice poem very nice indeed thanks a lot - mel =D