~ 'St Valentine’s Morn, Exmoor' ~

~ by ~

Merlynda Robinson (LLAM)

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After a little while

We stand up, together

Embraced by a warming cloud

Of loveliest light Spring dew

The finest waterfall

Of tumbling thoughts

And dreams of quiet walks

Glide on the morning air

Together, on the moor.



Holding rosy hands

We decide our path ahead

Gazing down, sheer emeralds

Slopes, and crofts, and soft across

The amethyst heather quilts

We’ve nested love between

Here fewest trees are seen

To cast shade across our days

Together, on the moor.


A rising song unfurls

Clouds, our cottage chimney

Our sleeping child, peacefully

Lay still, her rising breath below

The high long ancient path we’ve took

Miles have passed as minutes

Towards sea brink and salty tears

(A few across our years)

Together, on the moor.


Topaz gorse gilds our path

Upwards, upwards to the cliffs

The effort steals our every breath

But rosy hands hold fast

You take me closer to a brink

Then Oh! - The shock to heart!

The drop! - Now other side

Delight, relief, arrives

We laugh together, on the moor.


The sparky March breeze cleans

The greens upon the curve

Brushing every stalk

Polishing like a maid

To serve for a pony’s feast

Or smooth a butterfly’s rest

So here - In Sunday best

We pray together, on the moor.


The spritely Kites appear

Anchoring to the winds

Their flickering rudder-tails

Busy about their meanderings.

Anxiously I turn

To gaze into your eyes

And there the love I gave

Returns a thousand times

Our Love will stay - forever

Forever - on the moor.

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Poem by Merlynda Robinson (LLAM)

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 ~ ‘Breathless Love’ ~

By

Merlynda Robinson (LLAM)

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If I Tell You

How I Love You

How You Tame My Heart

With Reason

How One Loving Glance

Enchants Me

How I’m Breathless

When You Hold Me


 If I Tell You

How I Seek You

In White Starlight

In Black Thunder

How I Race

To Hear Your Answer

How I’m Breathless

When You Call Me


Will You Let Me -

Let Me Bathe You

In My Wildwood Well Of Words

Those Cherished Precious Words

Rushing, Roaring From My Soul?


Darling, Darling

Will You Let Me -

Dress You Softly In My Dreams?

And With Yours Clothe Me - Clothe Me

Those Dreams That Others Stole


Let Me Tell You

How I Love You

Love

Though Breathless May I Be:

While My World’s Within Your Arms

The Sun And Moon Belong To Me.

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Poem by Merlynda Robinson (LLAM)

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~ ' Fond Memories of my Milkman ' ~

 by

Merlynda Robinson (LLAM)

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~ My Love ~

In Summer’s morning mist

I see you stroll across

Our meadow buttercups

Bringing home the milk

The milk is warm and fresh

We kiss before we sit

And drink love from tea-cups

And taste the milk so sweet

~ My Love ~

If  I were to wake

And find you’d gone before

I’d wash and dress and wait

By our cottage kitchen door

And humming at the sill

I’d trace your path across

Bringing home the milk

Through timeless buttercups

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Poem by Merlynda Robinson

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