Woodland Ride - Ginkgo Garden

That time you took that thing so dear,

That time you stole and took flight

Was the time I knew you must be near,

Else how could I stave off the blight.

That thing you so sublimely stole,

That thing of glass and fire,

Is starkly yours, ember and coal,

A beacon for you to admire.

That thing you hold in hands so fine,

That thing which ebbs of life,

Is your fortune and gilded sign

your pleasure its purpose, sown-field scythe.

My heart you must hold close for me,

My fire for you beats gently.

16 April 2012, Moira G Gallaga©

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BlossomSB 4 years ago from Victoria, Australia

Very sensitively expressed. I enjoyed your unusual use of words.

Voted it up and beautiful.

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Derdriu 4 years ago

Moira, What a beautiful, mysterious, sensitive poetic tribute to love! In particular, you do a great job of building suspense and deepening emotion by sustaining your steady AB rhyme scheme and throwing one ambiguous reference after another our way. My favorite lines nevertheless are your perfectly ended two last lines.

Voted up + all (except funny).

Respectfully, and with many thanks for sharing, Derdriu

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moiragallaga 4 years ago from Lisbon, Portugal Author

BlossomSB, thank for you for compliment. I'm relieved the risk I took with regard to the wordplay on this piece turned out well.

Derdriu, as always, I appreciate your insights and feedback. It is very helpful and encouraging for me. I believe I have stated this many times before, I'm not as confident with my poetry compared to my other written work so the vote of confidence is always reassuring and inspiring. Thank you.

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