by Curiouswife
The loft lives on in your vivid mind
As you recollect for us a warmer time
Now you share with us your cold old man
While we wish for you that warmer clime
and this piece has a nice edge to it. you got the visuals moving really well here. i really do like this here though:
His cold heart needn’t know of
the old loft that smells of hay
the swallows flitting through windows
and the donkey’s soft, playful bray
and i have to pick this out to as it feels a bit comical to me:
The owl that listened, wide-eyed
as seasoned wood gasped in soft creaks
the hens’ knowing clucks of gossip
busily bursting from beaks
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nice piece here......don