Penny's Poetry Blog

The Mother II From throes of pain they buried me low, For death had finished a mother’s woe. But under the sod, in the grave’s dr...

October Snow Swiftly the blizzard stretched a frozen arm From out the hollow night – Stripping the world of all her scarlet pomp, And...

October April adance in play     met with his lover May     where she came garlanded. The blossoming boughs o’erhead     were thrill...

One Day in Autumn With all our going through this golden weather,     Where leaves have littered every forest way, If there be lovers,...

The Road Not Taken Two roads diverged in a yellow wood, And sorry I could not travel both And be one traveler, long I stood And looke...

Immoral I keep walking around myself, mouth open with amazement: For by all the ethical rules of life, I ought to be solemn and sad, B...

October Afternoon in Dublin The wet roads were like pewter bands; The hilltops had a hard wet line; There was no sign Of warmth but i...