Click here to hear the poet read his words:
seasons
spring
saw you arrive
comme une plume vermeille
like a vermillion feather
beautiful elegant natural
ah the light my love the light
summer
you danced
with mermaids
and my heart
roamed free and proud
as the Great White Stag
in the cool mountain air
ah the warmth my love the warmth
autumn
was a single afternoon
of torrential rain
and bitter tears
ah the wind my love the wind
winter
wreathed us in an icy embrace
of mutual solitude
froze us apart
at arms length
splintered
every smile
we’d ever shared
ah the cold my love the cold
and all love and passion
swiftly melted
long before
spring
saw you leave
ah the dark my love the dark
Sound Bite Fiction 
Reading this again, deeply moving.
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Oh my goodness…the writing is stellar…and the ache, I only have tears.
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You are very kind, Leslie, but please don’t cry, I’m a happy guy really!
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Oh I know, we’re both mostly happy😊
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Beautiful images and powerful images of the changing nature of life and love. The last line of each verse which sums up the season and the emotion. Looking at the form on the page too, the lines shorter, sharper as the images darken and you take us to the last, slow, dark line. Your reading too underlines this ever-changing picture.
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Glad you enjoyed, Jenne.
All inspired by a wee shop in the deep south, La Plume Vermeille was too good to be ignored.
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