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The Orchard
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The Orchard |
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Kalandria Junior Member
since 2006-05-23
Posts 44Yorkshire, England |
The Orchard They called to her, the whispering boughs of the orchard. Each gnarled limb, laden with sweet fertility. Mocking her own, barren earth. Nature's cruel intent. Another yesterday. Honey drenched days of childish innocence. An infant's song. Embraced within the branches of an orchard. Still marking time A lover's glance. A stolen moment in the lengthening shadow Of an aging tree. Their hurried tryst severed by the symphony of falling bombs. On fragile roots. Grief clenched hands, laid upon his marble name. Her aching womb, Her mothers' tide. Mourning the loss of a life That never was. She sleeps there now, In the orchard, beneath the final fruit Of the dying trees. Winter's lost shroud Is granted new life, her last gift, persists. |
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Earth Angel Member Empyrean
since 2002-08-27
Posts 40215Realms of Light |
I literally got goosebumples as I read this sad, hauntingly beautiful poem. Gorgeous writing ~ touching story...  EA |
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Alison 
since 2008-01-27
Posts 9318Lumpy oatmeal makes me crazy! |
I, too, felt every word. I hope many more have read this than replied. It's worth the time to read it and the time to write a few words in appreciation. Alison |
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JamesMichael Member Empyrean
since 1999-11-16
Posts 33336Kapolei, Hawaii, USA |
Fine writing...James |
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