Music always skips my feet as does your beautiful poetry, my friend.
j.

You can read me like a book, hj furl! Will willingly take your words and wear them as a medal or few! How d’you do!

I love the ancient feel to this. A poem with a naughty overtone but almost theatrical too. I like it and the way the words flow like a song.

Nice quiet old worldly charm about this one.💋

‘Ere thrice the sun done salutation to the dawn’ and more. This made my bookshelf and me smile. I’m Welsh first, British second, but we must never forget the language of yore. The quill is mighty.

A very beautiful and tender poem, dear Emma! It makes me feel like a full moon night spent in raw wild nature…

What a wonderfully worded review, thank you and thank you again. Be happy, my friend.

Beautifully penned, Emma. Love the flow and your delivery. Excellent write my friend. Appreciate you.

Damian

My word, this takes one back a bit .. those days of yore were summat else .. weren’t they .. so very nicely poemed. Neville

Brilliance Brenda. You’re a magnificent poet my friend. Spellbound!!! xoxo

Wistufl, whimsical and a conflict of emotions battling within this stunning piece. The imagery is on full throttle.
j.

Sort of like a dissention among the ranks vibe. This does have a witchy, almost horror scented feel to it. Nice!

Don’t know where my fingers went, Crimsin. I meant “wistful”—getting jumbled in my old age.
j.