Laura’s Glance By Jon Presco Copyright 2011 More exciting then the sight Of my dapple mare running wild in the spring grassy rain near the crags of Londonderry was the sight of my Laura looking sideways at me Like the warmth rising from within my woolen coat soaked through in a sudden shower are my feelings rising for this Irish Lass Who through the veil of other lifetimes ignored the patient attention of her handsome suitors Lining up to behold her they showed me their profiles like greyhounds sensing someone outside the hunt; had caught her fancy Their young lust made more noble In the presence of her perfection Laura’s animation had cast a spell over our town This shiny bright being conducted this most ancient play with eyes that danced and sparkled Like beams of light caught on a breaking wave Or gems captured in a brook that trickle out of a dark shaded wood There was a silver sheen under her wide-set eyes Her long lashes were like banners waving Sending errant knights on foreign crusades For there could only be one champion of her heart Sensing my eyes were upon her, More then weighing her beauty but her young womanly soul She bid her long tapered arms to dance As playful as swans who mate for life She teased us all with her promise that one day one of us would have her But until that vow little girls admired the fine curls in her dark brown hair that framed her joyful smile that flirted with everything that beat blood through an Irish heart. She was our drummer our flute and the setting sun that Chose to break thru The heavy ceiling of our darkest clouds no gray pall Nor sorrow ever cast a shadow on our Laura Some claim she gave them a wondrous wink But when she turned that day to look fully at me There was no smile on her lips no movement of her arms that had fallen to her side to allow me to see I was the one And never again would my Lovely Laura look sideways at me
Posted on: Thu, 05 Sep 2013 08:13:08 +0000
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