Sulky Parting Poem by james watkin

Sulky Parting



Fair and frail, and morose quite!
O waspy lady!
You are not like the moth.
Motioning soft as cloth.
I could abide her flight;
Waving it calmly.

Summer-dressed, leaving the air
On our parting hot!
Of noon's butterfly, fey
Circling my heart's bouquet
Of respects, with care
By evening twas not!

Monday, July 1, 2019
Topic(s) of this poem: city,love and friendship
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
READ THIS POEM IN OTHER LANGUAGES
james watkin

james watkin

Melbourne Australia
Close
Error Success