‘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.
November 25th, 2017 at 5:09 pm
Sounds idyllic 🙂
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November 25th, 2017 at 5:11 pm
It is. 😊
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November 26th, 2017 at 10:57 am
🙂
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November 25th, 2017 at 5:24 pm
Brilliant! 🥀🥀🥀🥀🥀
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November 25th, 2017 at 5:38 pm
Beautiful
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November 25th, 2017 at 6:19 pm
I love it. There’s 2 very clever cats here!
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November 25th, 2017 at 8:04 pm
Haha! And one spells her name with a k. 😊
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