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The air is heavy and sweet
deep in the dense English woods
where bluebells grow
of an April month
carpeting the ground.
How resplendent are the purple bells
lilting, drooping heads
dangle and gaze
at the forest floor,
- but beware such violet beauty
as to touch, its venom will release!
For these are no ordinary
adornment of the woods.
As in the lush of summer
to the chiming of bells
specters may gather and flurry,
to claim this fragrant thicket
as their own!
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Thank for stopping by!
And a huge THANK YOU for all your support and time over the last ten years!! Here’s to another ten years – at least!!!
Sharon X
Images courtesy of Unsplash – Matt Baron-Thompson and Raphael Cabuis
Sharon, this is a gorgeous poem.
Thank you ever so much Mary!
You are welcome.
I love bluebells and this is a gorgeous poem 😊
Thank you so much Esther! Yes, they are lovely!
Your poem is awesome! 🩷🌺
Thank you so much Kymber! So kind of you. X
Love this, Sharon. The woods have looked just like your picture just lately.
Gwen.
Thank you ever so much Gwen! Your local woods must be a picture!!
They are – especially the bluebell woods.
Gwen.
Your images are always so beautiful!
Thanks Janice! So kind of you to say. Hope all is well. Sharon X