Beauty of her nature 

Without sleep I wait patiently for clouds to drift, for my melancholy to rise. Blue moonlight draws slowly across the pale naked hillside.

The gentle curves draw me in, my eyes seek and follow the horizon.  The shadows intrigue, they tease and frustrate my midnight.

A warm fragrant breeze brushes my senses.  I take a deep draught of this evening.  It is sweetened antidote to my despair.

My desires long sown upon the familiar fields atop the rising body.  The earth falls with each lowly breath, I now feel the pull to slumber.

Beneath a forest of silken tangle, against the blue of night, a sparkle of emeralds steal my gaze.  In a blink the darkness returns.

I curse the moon and lean with striked match. In a moment the moon beams are swallowed in yellow candle light.

Before me my lover, nature has become her.  She weakly smiles and reaches for me.  I lie beside her, and willingly I am lost within her wilderness.


Dean Reeves

My Poetry

Ghost Tree

The First Fen Blow

You should look away

I have not woken 

Bottled Love

War end

A lover’s touch


Beauty of her nature 

Fierce Love

The Rat

My Moody Girl

We have met before…

You are….

Looking Up


Stare of the Moon

Holding the thread


Stone cold love

The imps are feasting

I am more than a tree

Wisbech Morning

The bleeding fields of Naseby

I did not cry

We are England

Curtain Call

Do not pity the English

Turning Left

Prosperity of Evil

Bang Up

“The Return of Black Shuck”

“I saw You” by Dean Reeves

“Bring the wind” by Dean Reeves

“I choose” by Dean Reeves

“Forgotten Dancer” by Dean Reeves

“Market Day” by Dean Reeves



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