Sally Evans Poems
- Gently The Woodsorrel And The ... Gently the woodsorrel and ...
- Season Of Mists I thank you for your view of a view of ...
- At The Antonine Wall It scars the dullest part of Scotland, ...
- The Poem Wild Boar The Muse sent me the second half of a ...
- The Scullery Maid,1910. [ Stir...
- Chanterelles for Larry Butler A slight smirr of ...
- 33 Lines For Ginsberg Beatiest of beats let me address ...
Born London, brought up in the north of England.
connections with Kirkby Lonsdale, Durham amd Newcastle.
Has lived in Scotland since 1979, in Callander since 2000.
Widely published poet in books and magazines, editor of Poetry Scotland and diehard poetry books. runs Keep Poems Alive, a wordpress blogzine.
Gardener and beekeeper
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Gently The Woodsorrel And The Dove
Gently the woodsorrel and the dove
evoked wide glades of memory
to share my quest across the sea,
a world-floor I could float above,
a world-bush filled with scent so fine
birds lost their minds to music, leaves
opened to flat plates in the breeze
on which lay food, and coins, and wine.
And from my carpet of wood sorrel
I importuned the gods above
to tell me if these gifts were mine,
mine to give or mine to take,
mine to pluck for true love's sake,
safe in the glade where memory shone
where the dove's mate and the flowers had gone,