Dappled Light
by 
Mickey
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Posted: Thursday, October 18, 2018 Word Count: 128 Summary: Never give up on a good idea! Here is a more considered attempt at a poem in the style of John Betjeman |
In the water meadows hidden
here beneath the willow weeping
You, the lovely vicar’s daughter
by the river’s calming water
lay amongst the king cup creeping
sharing love that is forbidden
Locked in amorous embraces
prone, on purple vetch and clover
not a word between us spoken
lest the magic should be broken.
After, when the hurry’s over,
dappled light on secret places.
Version 2
In the water meadows hidden
here beneath the willow weeping
You, the lovely vicar’s daughter
by the river’s calming water
lay amongst the king cup creeping
sharing love that is forbidden
prone, on purple vetch and clover
locked in amorous embraces
not a word between us spoken
lest the magic should be broken
dappled light on secret places
finally your coyness over
here beneath the willow weeping
You, the lovely vicar’s daughter
by the river’s calming water
lay amongst the king cup creeping
sharing love that is forbidden
Locked in amorous embraces
prone, on purple vetch and clover
not a word between us spoken
lest the magic should be broken.
After, when the hurry’s over,
dappled light on secret places.
Version 2
In the water meadows hidden
here beneath the willow weeping
You, the lovely vicar’s daughter
by the river’s calming water
lay amongst the king cup creeping
sharing love that is forbidden
prone, on purple vetch and clover
locked in amorous embraces
not a word between us spoken
lest the magic should be broken
dappled light on secret places
finally your coyness over