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In Thomas Hardy's Wessex
he goes as the crow flies
she in her own fashion
how slowly she approaches
the huddled herd lain for warmth
though persuasive the weighty mass
she will decide when to abandon them
he sketches spires and hedges
she knows the edible mushrooms dell
he will see her before they meet
his hand in the fire by choice
in silent frost-crisp fields
who has the power cannot be said
frost-grey fields primed to blaze colour
he captures the sun and embroiled moon
she defeats troll, wolf and dragon
and now as the eyes of the least fortunate
have looked between the stars and quailed
the lambs in the growing heat stew
he and she transpire without explanation
who need they explain to?
he goes as the crow flies
she in her own fashion
Published 26th Sep 2018
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10th Nov 2018 10:43pm
Off to a great start... I especially like the first and last two lines...
''he goes as the crow flies
she goes in her own fashion'' Ely
''he goes as the crow flies
she goes in her own fashion'' Ely
