A zephyr skimmed…
Across my creamy skin…
Gently kissing…
Where the sun had been…
This day…This summer day…
I was tending to my manorial gardens…
Giddy as a child in play…
I hungered and yearned to stay…
But the lord of the manor house…
Bid me come away…
Reluctantly I paced…
Through the intricate halls…
Now looking and searching….
Feeling trapped by the walls…
A silent inner cry of misery…
Engulfed my life to mimic…
Some ancient Grecian tragedy…
My fingertips…
In rhythmic clips…
Played an eerie solo…
As if the handhewn rail below…
Were a lustrous mahogany oboe…
As the hall’s end drew near…
A siren called touched my ear…
Both mysteriously seductive…
And unmistakeably clear…
The room of ruins…
Of parchments…
Of sonnets in bloom…
Entreated me to enter…
To occupy the room…
I stood there thus…
Absorbing the familiarity of the space…
Washing away the pain with its embrace…
My moiety of leather…
Had been penned…
With gentle quill and feather…
I plucked a verdigris spine…
(A favorite of mine)…
Resolutely from the shelf…
And nestled myself
Into the master’s great winged chair…
I breathed deeply…
And opened the gate to my nepenthe…
The deliverer of my agony
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Copyright 2008
Comments (3) »
Finding solace in the written word…it is the greatest escape! Soothing to the soul & enrichment of the mind!
I love the era that this seems to be written in…I can see the whole event unfold before my eyes.
Lovely…xoxo
The fact that you envision the work, is the highest compliment…that it touches the spirit..the mind and heart!
You captured this woman’s pain and made her come alive with your words. I felt a stirring in my soul to reach out to comfort her. How self-healing it is to write ones thoughts and to express feelings that lay deep within.
Very touching!