Sanctuary
Within the glen a fairy ring,
and there the child did lie.
She heard the fairies sing
beneath a moonlit sky.
Safe from the hunter’s rage,
she slept peaceful in the dark.
Morning came, turned a page,
the child awoke; a lark.
Mary A. Couch resides in Noblesville, Indiana, and works as an Admin Assistant for Taylored Systems, Inc. a local telecommunication company. She is the Premier Poet for the Indiana State Federation of Poetry Clubs, and she learned poetry from her mother and two grandmothers who were writers, artists and storytellers. She has been published in a variety of venues.
This is a very envisioning poem. I really enjoyed reading this awesome piece this evening. I used to live in Noblesville back in '83. I bet it looks different now. Great work.
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ReplyDeleteThis poem is simply beautiful. The first part of t reminds me of my poem, "The Elves", published in May's poems. I enjoyed reading it!
Your friend,
David Fox
Oops, The Elves was in March's issue, my mistake.
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A lovely breath of fresh air Mary. I so enjoyed this poem! Aloha, Connie
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