Wednesday, May 11, 2011

Love in the Mist - a Roundel 1st draft

Love in a mist, the adoptees’ flower
Often born of careless tryst
Blooms on beneath the shaded bower,
Love in a mist.

And yet to some they don’t exist
Lost to the single focussed plough
Of the legislated nihilist.

Yet never will these petals cower
They will forever coexist,
In open fields they seize their power,
Love in a mist.

1 comment:

For some reason I'm yet to fathom I'm unable to reply to comments left by others so thank you for dropping by and taking the time to read and comment. Merlene