In Fields Elysian

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Oh, that I was a poet, Greek
That I would not feel such a freak
When on a beach I stretch all day
And those grapes I hurl away
So ripe, so sweet, they arouse me
Rather suck upon the yew tree
Hemlock, why not, welcome, take me
Let me bask, careless, carefree
In fields Elysian


56 words written for Sammi’s Weekend Writing Prompt: Elysian

About crispina kemp

Spinner of Asaric and Mythic tales
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23 Responses to In Fields Elysian

  1. Violet Lentz says:

    Sounds like such a peaceful slumber… Almost inviting.

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  2. Deborah says:

    Lovely Crispina! ❀

    Liked by 1 person

  3. This is brilliant! I love, love, love it!

    Liked by 1 person

  4. Dale says:

    Washing up poem, eh? Well, darn. I should try to get my mind working when I wash up. Actually, no, I do commpose when I walk.
    All this to say, lovely poem, Crispina.

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