His laughter was as the echo
of a thousand crows
lined in serried ranks
upon the branches
of a hundred graceful pines,
each silent, standing sentinel
over the boundless plains.
I realised my folly
for had I not stroked
the curving brazen contours
and in one foul stroke, released
the fabled genie of the lamp
A lovely poem Bob. Is it inspired by Grimm’s fairy tales.
This is especially beautiful
“and in one foul stroke, released
the fabled genie of the lamp.”
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Thanks for the compliment
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I was wearing a turban to write this one, is that a clue?
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Nice one
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