The Heights

poem by: Geoffrey Heath Price
Written on Apr 22, 2016 

With cloud nor rain
To impair the day
The sky azure
And birds at play.
Bees flitting tirelessly
From flower to flower
The sun changing ceaselessly
The light by the hour.
Then a shadow was cast
As the sun slid away
The blackness brought rain
The birds ceased to play.
I began to retreat
As the storm gained weight
But the moors held my feet
And determined my fate.

To gain entrance
Is but to peruse the first page
From there one is caught
As if trapped in a cage.

Geoffrey Price.   12. 7. 1997
inspired by " Emily Bronte's Wuthering Heights "

 

Tags: rhyme, inspirational,

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Christopher Russon commented:
Wow.
Cecilia Crasto commented:
Love the poem and also the rhyme...great work.
Frank Hornby . commented on Mar 11, 2020 at 12:34pm
....your poetry really is first class.....catches my imagination immediately....I look forward to reading many more....

 

 

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