Larkspur Poem by David Lewis Paget

Larkspur



Words roll free from a tongue sometime
From a sometime, tongue-tied tongue,
Words that were heard by the stream and the bird
When the world and the wild were young,
When the world and the wild were young, sometime…
(Larkspur, marigold, ebony, lime) .

Sounds that were born in sweet young breath
In a bubble-sighed, trouble-tried time,
Sounds that were found by a child at the breast
In a bubble-tried pantomime,
In a bubble-tried pantomime, no less…
(Nightshade, cinnamon, green watercress) .

Love is the sound of a word, soft-said
From the lips of the love you too,
Love is the dove of the bubble-thought read
Soft sift from the me to you,
Soft sift from the me to you, soft said…
(Homespun, empathy, marmalade, bread) .

16 December 1973

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Ernestine Northover 21 January 2006

Gorgeous! A beautiful flowing poem, so unusual the way it's so well constructed, if that makes sense. Loved it. Love Ernestine XXX

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Nottingham, England/live in Australia
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