Muff

On feb.23 1944 Anne Frank wrote the following entry in her diary…from my favourite spot on the floor I look up at the blue sky and the bare chestnut tree upon whose branches little raindrops shine, appearing like silver, and at the seagulls and other birds as they glide on the wind….as long this is exists, I thought, and I may live to see it, this sunshine, the cloudless sky, while this lasts I cannot be unhappy….

When I read these words and dwelled upon them I was inspired to write the following poem. I hope it honours Anne.

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This my chosen spot

I may lay me down

gaze can only upward be

filled anew with hope

that grew upon my chestnut tree

tomorrow I am free

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No clouds in my sky

nor shadow troub’ling me

gracefully glides the seagulls

silvering droplets

sparkling on my chestnut tree

tomorrow I am free

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As long as this is so

and if my eye can see

my heart cannot then be sad

for me the sun shines

through my glistening chestnut tree

tomorrow I am free.

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I have added a page on my Gentledove blog in honour of Anne Frank and her diary which I hope you will visit http://gentledove.wordpress.com 

Love’s petals bruiséd

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Betrodden love’s petals, passion bruiséd

beautiful yet and lovely still

desire pinioned yet free in my fragrance

no longer my love’s choosing  may fulfil

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I responded to your sunshine warmth

so soon my girlhood unfolded for you

simplicity welcomed, it was no mere show

maybe now only in fragrance is true

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Swayed by a breeze, it was my foolish pride

which wafted my sweet scent away from you

you who had divided for me my petals

to effect only a tease to another’s view

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It should have been you, my love

who had crushed my naiveté, passion’s pain

throwing my softness upon the ground

lovely, though folded ’gainst the driving rain

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Breeze carry once more to you my fragrance

but be not too tender nor gentle me so

you caused my surrender to that so brutal

whose bruising desire would not let go

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flower encaptured but only to you

belongs my blush, which was my earliest trove

holds yet perfume which doesn’t lie or pretend

crushed now by another who holds not my love.

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http://ie.youtube.com/watch?v=PYS-4Ql-vUI <<play this link

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In early spring

when small birds sing

and lamb can sport and play

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my way I took

my friends forsook

and came to Dublin bay

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I am what I ask

a passenger

and to England I sailed o’er

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I bade farewell

to all of my friends

and I left the shamrock shores

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To London fair

I did repair

my pleasure there to find

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I found t’was

a lovely place

and pleasant to my view

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the ladies too

were fair unto view

and rich the purse they wore

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but none I saw

that could compare

with the maids of the shamrock shore

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Love, Muff