Parsley's Poem of the Day

HELLO! Welcome to my not-so-brand-new poetry collection! I will publish a new poem on here every day (all being well) for your enjoyment! If you want me to feature one of your poems don't hesitate to ask, otherwise they will all originate from the darkest depths of my mind.
Thanks to @SnowyWriter. for the idea!
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Enjoy! All poems ©Parsavagely 2014 - 2017 (excluding 'featured' poems)


37. 25/1/15 (#34)


A slight shimmer,

Coat the grass in silver,

Gild their edges,

Turn them into blades,

Let the army rise up,

With their weapons drawn,

Against the blinding light,

The great oaks prepare,

Tightening their glinting armour,

Anchoring firm to hold their ground,

The front lines arm themselves,

With concealed spears,

And twisting barricades,

All glazed in white,

But their loyalty lost,

And their blades softened,

Their armour crumbles,

Their spears break,

At the careful,

Whispered breath,

Of the sun's waking.

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