mists swirling over a fen,
sips of wine, river wind, and spray
peace with no regret,
the touch of lost ones she dreams,
may gentle cheer come here
where she dwells trapped by disease
in this shrinking unkind world
soon to let her go.
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©️2018 Ontheland
For dVerse Monday our quadrille must include some version of the word ‘cheer’.
Ontheland 
It sounds as if she longs to be released. Very powerful.
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I know she does. Thank you Sascha.
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This is so sad. I hope she finds peace.
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Thank you, Merril.
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There is a (dare I say lovely) melancholy feel to this, Janice. I do pray for peace and release.
I had to look up the word “fen.” I LOVE learning a new word in poetry form!
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Thank you De.
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i can picture her there, looking out of her window, with a sad smile
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Fabulous! 🥀😎
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This is beautifully melancholic Janice. Please forgive my being forward, but if you are suffering from a terminal disease, then I sincerrly hope you find relief, and that peace be upon you!
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Thank you Rob. Thankfully I am well…it’s a grandmother in my extended family and it’s heartbreaking to see her and others in her nursing home suffer (to degrees no one would want to face).
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Nice line: “peace with no regret,”
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The Fens are magical places, not quite in this world. The setting goes so well with the content that has a mystical feel to it. A drifting out of life.
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Thank you Jane. I seefens when driving near my home and when going to visit an hour away…lately the mists have been intoxicating.
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You must have tremendous bird life there.
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