Featherlight & Silver

Somewhere in time
feather light and silver
reached up their heads and softly said
We see poor chance for
destined fools
who chance a pretty filter
They drowned in pools
of bitter pitch and elder thoughts
seasoned out of kilter

Said feather light to silver
his love indeed will fill her
a purple head
her kirtle spread
she hates more than demur, Sir

Indeed said feather light
The place is seeming bright
Where orange breath
and short-range moss
delight her tiny footstep
They spring and leak
depressed and weep
oe’er every rhyming rule kept

Featherlight & Silver

Kenart

Joined January 2008

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A poetry game.

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