Port Meadow

By: ailsaandlisa

Apr 11 2012

Category: free verse, poem

1 Comment

The horses are proof that this is heaven.

They graze on the other side of the river
which runs just out of sight, like a secret.

All around is the green of our dreams
and daisies for a lifetime of picnics, more.

We talk our way towards the ruin,
then stop and turn. Horses!

And on the horizon, the spires, wishing.


One comment on “Port Meadow”

  1. I love this Ailsa, ‘the spires, wishing’. Yummily enigmatic.

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