let me linger

‘And when white moths were on the wing,
And moth-like stars were flickering out,
I dropped the berry in a stream
And caught a little silver trout.’
—W.B. Yeats

let me linger

let the dawn burn into day
I am content here; let me stay
sunlight streams across my bed
my old cat purring near my head
I don’t have anywhere to be
the birds have come to sing for me
I don’t have anywhere to be
my old cat purring near my head
I am content here; let me stay
sunlight streams across my bed
let the dawn burn into day

~kat

Playing with a twisted round for Jane Dougherty’s ‘A Month With Yeats’ – Day Twenty-Five Poetry Challenge inspired by the verse above from Yeats’ poem, ‘Song of Wandering Aengus’. It’s been a sleepy day.


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