Tree of Mystery
Form: Ottava Rima
The spirits are dancing here and there
Where my bruised senses rest to heal
For she is the beauty born of my despair
Burning the midnight oil so I can feel
O willow tree speak to me like you care
O lady let me lie here a moment to steal
Embraced in your tendrils beside the stream
My dryad of mystery and dream
©JezzieG2023
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I am a freelance writer and poet and started writing after raising my two boys as a way of discovering just who Jez is. That is still very much an ongoing project but the journey so far has introduced me to many wonderful friends and fellow writers through an ever-growing love of poetry.
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