Ali S


"and your enticing laughter—
that indeed has stirred up the heart in my breast.
For whenever I look at you even briefly
I can no longer say a single thing,"


August 27, 2019


That girl is made from wildflowers,
from March winds and April showers.

In the early, misty morning,
her voice echoes bluebells ringing:

as lilac as a sugar plum,
sweeter than a honeybee's hum.

She has a laugh of liquid gold.
Darling, give me your hand to hold

and I'll give you my heart to keep.
A kiss as soft and warm as sleep,

pressed to each of your fingertips
with the pink touch of rosebud lips.

And so that she may never die,
whisper her truth into the sky:

that girl is yearning and yellow
as the sun over the meadow.


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  • Jessie Fairclough

    I honestly can’t get enough of your poetry - it is just so good.

    3 months ago
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