"The Shepherdess" by William-Adolphe Bouguereau‘Little Girl’ and Other Poetry by Martin John King The Society June 22, 2018 Poetry 15 Comments Little Girl She’s fishing in a rock pool just abandoned by the sea She’s too engrossed within her world to notice you and me. She sprawls to draw a picture open book upon the sand Great masters never wielded so delicate a hand. Her rainbow spreads across the page to seek a pot of gold Our little girl within her world thinks never to grow old. Yours Thinking bye and bye, my dear Of youths fresh beauty flawed, And glories of past form, I fear Times distance has ignored. Then thinking bye and bye, my love Life’s work and toil and chores, Remind me how, as wings to dove I’m yours, and yours, and yours. Martin John King is a retiree living in Somerset, England. Views expressed by individual poets and writers on this website and by commenters do not represent the views of the entire Society. The comments section on regular posts is meant to be a place for civil and fruitful discussion. Pseudonyms are discouraged. The individual poet or writer featured in a post has the ability to remove any or all comments by emailing submissions@ classicalpoets.org with the details and under the subject title “Remove Comment.” Share this:Click to share on Twitter (Opens in new window)Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window)Click to print (Opens in new window)Click to share on LinkedIn (Opens in new window)Click to share on WhatsApp (Opens in new window)Click to email this to a friend (Opens in new window)Click to share on Pinterest (Opens in new window) 15 Responses Bruce Wren June 22, 2018 Quite charming, both! A touch of Dickinson and Rossetti. Have you a collection? Reply Martin King June 22, 2018 Thank you Bruce. As a beginner (age 73) I had to look up the 2 poets you mention, high praise indeed. I do have a very small collection of work which will depend on Evan deeming them to be of merit to appear here. Reply Gregory Spicer June 22, 2018 As well executed an eight and six as my eyes have ever beheld! Reply Martin King June 22, 2018 Wow! I am speechless, thank you very much. Reply David Watt June 22, 2018 Martin, I really enjoyed your charming poems! My only suggestion would be a slight revision as shown below: Yours Thinking bye and bye, my dear Of Youth’s fresh beauty flawed, And glories of past form, I fear Time’s distance has ignored. Then thinking bye and bye, my love Life’s work and toil and chores, Remind me how, as wings to dove I’m yours, and yours, and yours. This would serve to make the plural possessives consistent. Reply Martin King June 23, 2018 Thank you David for your helpful comments. I did not think “youth’s” needed a capital, as I had in mind that period of physical appearance which sadly is too often only a memory in maturity. If I am wrong, I stand corrected and thank you again for your help. Reply David Watt June 23, 2018 Hello Martin, I was thinking of Youth’s as qualifying for a capital due to personification. I can see your point, given the context, that lower case is correct. I look forward to seeing more of your work. Father Richard Libby June 22, 2018 These poems are beautifully simple and simply beautiful! Reply Martin King June 23, 2018 Thank you so much. Your comment is a poem in itself. Reply Amy Foreman June 22, 2018 A beginner, just now, at age 73: What a fine time to write for the great SCP! Welcome, Mr. King! Is it “bye and bye” or “by and by?” Dickens may have occasionally said, “by and bye,” so perhaps either is correct. But I think I’ve usually seen it as “by and by,” as in the hymn, “In the Sweet By and By.” Reply Martin King June 23, 2018 Hello Amy, I think that you are correct with “by” in a modern sense, although “bye” seemed to please my old fashioned brain at the time of writing. It is dedicated to my wonderful wife Margaret. Thank you for your help. Reply Dave Whippman June 24, 2018 “Little Girl” skilfully evokes the intensity of childhood. It’s a pleasure to praise a piece by a fellow West Countryman! Reply Martin King June 24, 2018 Thank you Dave “yer tiz”. Reply C.B. Anderson June 25, 2018 Very appealing lyrics, indeed, these two. You might have set the record for the age at which a poet started writing poems. I started at age 54, and I thought that was something. Reply Martin King June 26, 2018 Thank you very much C.B. I must confess that most were written 10 years ago and then I had Aortic valve replacement and after the op. my brain did not seem inspired to write more. However after finding SCPoets I have polished the old ones and am trying to think of new themes. Reply Leave a Reply Cancel ReplyYour email address will not be published.CommentName* Email* Website Notify me of follow-up comments by email. Notify me of new posts by email. This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.