Fey

[milo]

i'll sort of the mp3 problem

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I'm not registering the audio in my service area.

have a look at milos recording again, i've sort out the mp3 player.

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It nestles in the elbow of the breeze,
this faerie dance, this seeded chance we spin
from gossamer; these minuets begin
when bubbles burst on tongues in cherry trees.
You bloom for me and I recall the knees
we skinned on bark, and how your sister’s shin
left codeine stripes upon the branch, her thin
and frightened cry, your soothing words, the bees.

The summer fades in sepia and stone.
Today you shrug the honey from my hand
and crack protesting knees in heavy tread
as bubbles sit in dishwater, unblown
and yesterday slinks further from the land –
but in the sun, the cherries still glow red.

as beautiful as a sonnet should be, sad yet wonderful

the volta is worked perfectly after line eight

lovely

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You clearly spent hours perfecting the meter and getting every line break 'just right'.

Bravo. Here is an audio as complement:

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excellent reading milo.

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i'll put it in the hoglight at a later date, you understand why i'm sure

this is one of those rare poems i call publishable.

all poets love irony so I, for one, should love to see this go on to become leanne's most famous poem!