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  • It's been raining again in Bredbury. No surprise there. But what was a welcome surprise was to see a rainbow blooming! Such a rare occurrence that I had to take a photo!

    This wonderful sight gave me inspiration - and this inspiration bore the form of the sonnet below, which I've called...

    The Neglected Flowers

    If man could taste the butcher’s knife and slit
    His tongue so cavalierly spent on nought
    Would he then know with violent regret
    The random waste his careless words had wrought?

    If man was burned upon his eyes with fire
    And know the future’s lost to unveiled sight
    Would he then dare to call himself a liar
    For ever doubting beauty’s sacred light?

    If man dismembered of his fingers touch
    No longer gripped the tools that marked his craft
    Would he lament the stroke of painter’s brush
    In capturing the ghosts of mem'ries past?

    The answers I can not be sure to know.
    They matter not if man lets living go.


    (If you'd like to know how sonnets are written, you can do so by clicking the link here -
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