Today the prompt is to intersperse with another poem, line by line, backwards.
Springtide, or the day the rains came.
'ebbing drop by drop of grief?'
the tears like raindrops that weep over daffodils and tulips
'and how did I lose its succour'
when the long remembered sun refuses to shed the steel grey cloud,
'the springtide more golden to me than to the birds'
and the nighttime's silvered shroud.
'How did the springtide not last'
beyond that early promise when the crocus bloomed?
'about my feet with a silken rubbing'
grows the grass that fights the sodden ground
'and the unbreaking wave strikes'
a blow for winter's clinging grasp,
'with its reefs and the wrack of grief'
the last breath of the dying year, where
'The shore of trouble is hidden'
and the memories of happier days fade.
'with flood tide and a thousand sails'
the never-ending sea whispers its elusive song
'and the incomprehensible ocean fills'
with the tears of grief that flood the spring when
'my thought comes on you when you were young'
as always you will be, ever growing old and
'Again and again when I am broken'.
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