Michael Edwards

LIBERTY

 

 

LIBERTY

 

The moon rode clear of cloud

and cast its shadows as she lay

on cool clean sheets she heard

the slumberous tick tock from the hall.

 

Her rise announced by creaking boards

and veiled by her flowing hair

she made her way in stockinged feet

to where the gentle breezes blew.

 

Across the ruffled flowing grass

Its spirits dancing in the wind

not tanned as yet by summer sun

in long attendance shadowed still.

 

A sign post passed that heralded

the route towards an easeful shore

where out of harbour floating far

she drank from stoops of liberty.