Nailsworth

[eclipse]

Nailsworth dipped it's
Fingers into heaven's
Pockets to steal gold,
Egypt mill water wheel 
Turns, reflections in
Water are the river's guests 
Tales of a town are
Protected by dreams
Delivered without rest 
By tongue and pen.
Splendor drink its 
Own wine. Sinuous signs
Of family run shops
Fall in and out of dreams.
Fishmonger and bakers
Complement each other.
Woodchester mansion
Ghost calls to the tomb of an old
Lover. Water and wheel
Talk like mother and baby still 
In womb. Heaven dips it's fingers into organic produce.
Winds are like hands on 
Face of blind dreamer
Crying for beauty in
The box wood nature reserve.
 

[goldenlangur]

On 4/17/2022 at 4:22 PM, eclipse said:

Face of blind dreamer
Crying for beauty

This is fabulous. 
 

Thank you,

goldenlangur

[JoelJosol]

As usual you succeeded by building a sense of place in the poem both in concrete and metaphorical way that blended well, in my opinion.

[tonyv]

Barry, I like how you juxtapose "Nailsworth dipped it's/Fingers into heaven's/Pockets to steal gold" with "Heaven dips it's fingers into organic produce." Might this Nailsworth and "heaven" be one and the same?

Tony