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Winter Home

There under the elms, the snow and the hail
My home is half buried hard by the moor,
My flaming hearth throws a glow on the floor
And it shows the leas and the fen so pale,
Where the witches stride, where the ghosts prevail
Right up to the front of my hazel wood door
Where I rest in my home content, secure
Here in this  bleak winter of grim travail.

As the night winds howl and the ghosts seem mad
All under my eaves of carved mammoth bone,
I am safe as ever though still I’m sad
For I love this house, but I live alone.
So with my tears and my thoughts I yet cling
To my one true love and wait for the Spring.

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  • Amera gold member
    May 1

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    This is lovely with a bittersweet intonation. Penned in decasyllable this flows wonderfully even though the stress falls on the article in several places. You made this work wonderfully.

    Love,
    Amera♥


  • Kiran silver member
    April 29

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    This was simply beautiful Michael, stunning use of imagery and language. It was both sad yet beautiful.

  • Nelsen6790Trafalger
    April 29

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    Superb

    Ah, a very fine write indeed, with a touch of meloncoly
    I truly enjoy all of your writes, however this one touches something within me. It almost seems that you have described both situational and/or chroic depression, with which I've had personal experience.
    thanks for sharing this one.
  • dame de la riviere
    April 29

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    the description of the the house is fantastic and even though this is meloncholly there's a warmth about it. great work as usual


  • Viyanna Rosemarie
    April 29

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    For I love this house, but I live alone.
    So with my tears and my thoughts I still cling
    To my one true love and wait for the Spring.

    this is how i felt for the past four years. i am getting married this summer and am so glad that the days of emptiness are gone. thank you for sharing this beautiful write with me. i am looking forward to reading more from you in the very near future. viyanna rosemarie

    . Rewarded 8


  • catie052 gold member
    April 29

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    I loved they way you placed a setting in your first stanza and you had great imagery..you placed me in that house with the glowing hearth...it was a real enjoyable read! thanx for posting this!

  • Melodies silver member
    April 29

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    Sweetly penned and beautifully put into my mind, fine poet. Lovely poem that contains some of my favorite words.


  • mborda
    April 29
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    Wow!

    One of your best my friend!

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