Michael Edwards

A DARKSOME PLACE

 

 

 

A DARKSOME PLACE

 

 

A darksome, dank, unbreathing place

where angels feet no longer tread

and rushes stand to cut the stars

reflected in a silent pool

soon lost among the lily leaves.

 

As ghost bells chime the future falls

way back beyond the start of time.

 

In this domain she lies upon

a bed of rushes, reeds, and grass

her aging limbs exhausted now

and to this world in sultry tones

she mouths her last goodbye.