Amber

On her love the world relies,
She's a Siren and a bird,
Sweetest girl you ever heard,
Amber sighs.

Call her lover, splendid prize,
Love her early, love her late,
When it is I remonstrate
Amber cries.

Time with her's a Paradise,
Movements graceful, girlish, Fay,
Like a little girl at play,
Amber spies.

In the garden, near the rise,
Adder in my hand I take,
From that black and green-eyed snake
Amber shies.

My grief is ever in my eyes,
Though the dusk grows quiet, still,
Near the headstone on the hill
Amber lies.





Poetry by Achernar
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Written on 2010-03-11 at 21:05

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karly Brock
Achernar,
I very much liked this poem.
I was definately not expecting the ending
to be the way it was,
but it brought surprise into the writing.
I liked this write very much.
2010-06-21


Brian Oarr
Ah sheesh, Achenar ... I didn't see that ending coming at all. Hope this poem is more creative write, than personal experience.

Technically, I liked the repeated two word lines ending each quatrain ... don't recall ever seeing that before.

As usual your poem is clean and tight. Very professional.

Brian
2010-03-12