With iced cold fingers, softly & slowly creeping,
Caressing old cold stones, of grey water seeping,
Across the ancient tombs of old widows weeping,
Where deep beneath, the long-dead lie sleeping,
Ivy creepingly slides, over sweet cherubs peeping.
Verdant, rampant, kissing moistly & mossy stoned,
Running over graves, of the lost departed & boned,
Where beneath full moon, the old bat sadly moaned,
Where winter winds kissed the old yew, who groaned,
Ivy only dares, where old sins are pardoned & atoned.
© Sue Lobo
Excerpt from the book “The Last Dance”
About the Author
Sue Lobo is the author of three books of her experiences in Africa, a poetry book “Africa My Africa” which is poetry reflecting African life in the terrible apartheid era in South Africa & “Lollipops of Dust”, her autobiography, of a child´s view of living in colonial Africa, in the Kalahari desert, with all the magic of what the old Africa had to offer. Her last book “The Last Dance” was published by Creative Talents Unleashed. She has also participated in eleven poetry anthologies with other very talented poets & has won a couple poetry competitions in Gibraltar & Spain. On occasions she has written requested epitaphs and elegies for families of departed souls. She is married to a Spaniard, with two grown up sons & presently lives in Spain. The sale of this latest collection of animal themed poetry called “Wild Whisperings” published by Creative Talents Unleashed will go entirely to Save The Rhino Fund.
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