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    Poetry From Ryecroft Hall
    Poetry From Ryecroft Hall
    Poetry From Ryecroft Hall
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    Poetry From Ryecroft Hall

    By K. Scott Fuchs

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    A collection of poetry and rhythmic prose written by K. Scott Fuchs. 

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherKeith Fuchs
    Release dateJan 27, 2024
    ISBN9798223256007
    Poetry From Ryecroft Hall
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    K. Scott Fuchs

    K. Scott Fuchs is a novelist, poet, and performer. Time and Temperance is his first novel released; the follow-up prequel sequel, Mrs. Coleman of Coalbrookdale is set to be released in early 2024. He is also the author of the poetry compilations, Six Months in Wigan and Poetry from Ryecroft Hall which are also forthcoming.

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      Book preview

      Poetry From Ryecroft Hall - K. Scott Fuchs

      Dear Alexandra

      Dear Alexandra,

      One cannot control nor authenticate another's emotions

      Akin to one cannot orchestrate the tides in the ocean -

      No lunar dominion can be exacted to render an opinion

      That the one who beholds you is a loser not; now a loose rack and pinion -

      Thus, one cannot steer a vehicle that paves the boulevard,

      Rather, veer amongst the potholes or weave through the debris, discard.

      This card sent to you, declares desire to console and to be able to know

      All the many fascinations you possess and the knowledge you profess

      A thirst to converse about the prose and verse that you rehearse,

      In my your many inclinations, whether the weather is better or worse -

      For you can seethe with hatred,

      But your adversary is blameless

      You can direct your acrimony toward me

      Never once did I wish you ill -

      All I wanted was to watch you glance out from the windowsill

      With curly auburn hair falling down your back,

      As I smile back -

      With love and affection,

      Very truly yours -

      Her Eyes Are Kind

      Her eyes are kind,

      A nebula of beryl, violet, and bluebells

      Which illuminate like lightning against a shadow of rain

      On a misty summer night.

      They survey the landscape

      Like bees buzzing through fields of rapeseed,

      Deep in thought, shallow in presumption

      Full of empathy and attention.

      Her eyes are not like mine

      For mine, dilate at the sight of her smiling

      As she looks up tenderly,

      Speaking brazenly to tease playfully.

      But her eyes shine with kindness,

      Her affection cannot be concealed,

      Rather her soul is revealed

      As the window is an antique lattice

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