Josie Whitehead’s Poems

                 

                 

                 

                 

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                BY THE WATERFALLS OF ILKLEY

                 

                By Josie Whitehead

                 

                By the waterfalls of Ilkley, my love and I did meet
                Her eyes were filled with loveliness, her cherry lips were sweet.
                  She warned me not to love her, with a warning so severe
                  But my heart  told me otherwise, and my ears, they didn't hear.

                In the springtime, ‘neath the cherry trees, I looked at her again –
                To tell me not to fall for her, was to tell me quite in vain.
                  She warned me not to love her – her words were loud and clear –
                  But now I’m standing by the riverside, without my Ruby dear.

                 

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                This is an example of a “shadowed” or “mirrored” poem. See below: Down by the Sally Gardens by William Butler Yeates. You must not copy other people’s poems, but it is a good exercise to copy the style of a good poet in order to improve your own writing.

                 

                 

                DOWN BY THE SALLEY GARDENS

                 

                By William Butler Yeates

                 

                Down by the salley gardens my love and I did meet;
                She passed the salley gardens with little snow-white feet.
                   She bid me take love easy, as the leaves grow on the tree;
                   But I, being young and foolish, with her would not agree.


                In a field by the river my love and I did stand,
                And on my leaning shoulder she laid her snow-white hand.
                   She bid me take life easy, as the grass grows on the weirs;
                   But I was young and foolish, and now am full of tears.


                PS  http://oldpoetry.com/opoem/2754-William-Butler-Yeats-Down-By-The-Salley-Gardens