Sunday, 27 April 2014

May morning

My foray into blank verse...

Iced blossom falling gently from the tree
Sticks inelegantly to rain slicked streets
Airborne pink and white confetti swirling
Heralds May Day approaching in Oxford
Morris men with bells and ribbons jumping
Will emerge with the river mist rising
Early start, ball gowned girls with missing shoes
Stagger with champagne bottles to balance
Against men in muddy tails with murky eyes
Heading home to bed. Lectures forgotten.

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