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A FROLIC ON THE FRAGILE MANTLE
Breo-Saighead
Slings her arrow
In the direction
Of my forest
Which I’ve arranged
For its reception-
Dew-draped lilies,
Granite crags
And wild streams
Await this fling
To bathe us both
In scented steam.
Slings her arrow
In the direction
Of my forest
Which I’ve arranged
For its reception-
Dew-draped lilies,
Granite crags
And wild streams
Await this fling
To bathe us both
In scented steam.
Published 6th Sep 2019
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7th Sep 2019 12:54pm
“Dew-draped lilies,
Granite Crags”
Each line in the second stanza really gets me.
Granite Crags”
Each line in the second stanza really gets me.
7th Sep 2019 2:29pm
Thanks Inker. There’s a different level of language in that second stanza- it almost makes me wanna flower up the first one more.
