Sonnet: Cousin from the Countryside

Plump plates fill my empty stomach,
Whilst your gaze fills my heart's desires,
Thoughts entangled and weaved into a vortex,
This country girl whom I admired,
Empty nights when the moon is absent,
I fill it with the image of that girl so sincere,
Whilst heeding the pleas of the paddy that lament,
Bending to whose whims, a painting to refer,
A simple image, carved into the mind,
As country groove plays their lyre,
Now my heart and mind do not align,
This night, when will I retire?
Wishful, I hope to see her again,
A cousin who lives only in her wonderland.

- Dan Rastley (January 7, 2023)

Reviews

[Dave Brown]

What is it about country girls?
I think they were born to be loved

[Stu. T.H.]

I suppose there is an undeniable charm to their being and their humble background that has guaranteed an adoration to their favour to their loving cause. Thank you for coming by, author Dave Brown.