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Post by twistedangel on May 26, 2015 6:07:33 GMT -5
How sweetly thee slumber safely wrapped in thy mothers arms
What will be before thee? Stormy sorrows tranquil joys
Bitter and sweet pleasures and pain Taste all oh little one For all to soon thy bell shalst toll
Sleep now without fear For the morrow Ye shall feast upon life itself
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Embrace
May 26, 2015 22:22:57 GMT -5
Post by LonelyForsaken on May 26, 2015 22:22:57 GMT -5
S4 – L3 should be “For on the morrow”
It’s funny, just yesterday I was trying to compose one with the very same sentiment. Mother’s Embrace. One of my chickens hatched a brood of chicks and when I looked in the coop the night before three little chicks stuck their heads out from over and under her wings. It’s such a cute and contented group it reminded me that there is a reason we call her “mother” nature.
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krake
Crimson Soul
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Embrace
Jun 15, 2015 21:17:18 GMT -5
Post by krake on Jun 15, 2015 21:17:18 GMT -5
Wow, this is good. Your writing has changed so much over the years, but also so little. Every time I read your work I think of how much I love you, as a writer, as compared to how much I don't even know who you are, if that makes sense. lol Your writing drew me in like a moth to flame right from the start, several years ago. By the way, I just discovered that your user name is funny if I call you Twiste Dangel.
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Embrace
Jul 1, 2015 11:55:45 GMT -5
Post by Bastet on Jul 1, 2015 11:55:45 GMT -5
I'm not sure "thee" is the correct usage in your opening line - but I honestly don't have a great grasp of olde English speaking, it just sounds kind of off when I read it.
It's a pretty piece, sometimes it's nice to read a throw back in style.
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