Michael Edwards





Restrained by depths

of deepest glade

her tortured mind

though tempered not with steadied ease

and not endowed

with confidence,

no social code, no etiquette

enslaves the girl,

an index to her character.


Departure from this darkling hold

emboldening her reticence,

her arms aloft in high embrace,

avoiding thorns

in open land where fallen lie,

in unintrusive rest and point

to where she seeks,

with kindling smile,

release from troubles hold.