by Leslie de la Haye | Jun 20, 2010 | Poetry
As wind moans soft through whisper trees, No one then heard the maiden’s pleas They’d wrenched her lover from her grip Took him, to a cold prison ship. Then to a place he’d never seen Away from Ireland’s fields so green As convict, he now bore...
by Leslie de la Haye | Jun 20, 2010 | Poetry
In a town once named GoldenCorn, In this dear land, where there were born, Such maidens fair and knights of bold, They wore long hair in plaits of gold. Dragons roamed this fairyland Of houses made of course fine sand, As wizards wove their magic spells And elves wore...
by Leslie de la Haye | Jun 20, 2010 | Poetry
I close my eyes, and you’re not there, For you have gone, I know not where And as I call your name out loud, Your face floats by on silken cloud. I seek and seek but you’re not there As into crowds I constant stare Once in a while, I think you’re...
by Leslie de la Haye | Jun 20, 2010 | Poetry
I have travelled countries far and wide Nearly every foreign dish done tried Until! One pleasant day in Far East land I saw beauty lying on silver sand Her skin was tanned: Tresses golden fair Her lofty countenance was without care I saw her quite naked on beach of...
by Leslie de la Haye | Jun 20, 2010 | Poetry
If the sea is scarlet yellow, and the world is now orange pinks, does this mean a cat can bellow, and the colour of gold then stinks? If my own thoughts are deepest blue, with fluctuating highs and lows, does this mean, red of Irish stew should smell of purple up my...
