Spring lowers the drawbridge,
the park bench beckons.
She breathes release from four walls,
a squirrel skitters to its larder.
A young man swings along the path,
head clamped in sound.
Entwined, a couple linger,
blinkered by love.
Children dash past,
vandalising the silence.
No-one looks back.
© Marion Sharville
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I enjoy reading your page!!
Thank you, Lizzie. It is nice to know if people enjoy it.
I hope you get this reply as I am still a bit unsure of the technique.
Best Wishes,
Marion