With her tune,she bound me
Her melody,from deep within
She played the tune,subdued me
With her violin
She wrapped heart strings around me
And brought me to my knees
She pulled my soul before me
With her fingers deftly ease
She drew the bow and slew me
I dance a deathly jig
To the tune,that she plays me
Upon her violin
Fri 29th Sep 2017 12:23
Hi Colin, thanks for the link. I had something like this in mind when I wrote this poem. Something like Myleene Klass doing folk music down the local boozer,?
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Fri 29th Sep 2017 08:31
"you're all afraid of me, the tinker's daughter"
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Hg11cLO_KS4
love this poem Desmond.
Col.
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<Deleted User> (13762)
Sat 30th Sep 2017 09:16
steady now Des! But let me know if you get Myleene booked!