Michael Edwards

DROWNED IN SORROW

 

 

 

DROWNED IN SORROW

 

 

Like tortured trees espaliered

and set in comb-toothed corridors

with misty dreams, his winged desires

frustrated deep in wisdoms store

restrained by banks of trickling streams

conceding to the sea.

 

A chilled sarcophagus sky looks down

in depths within his silent realm

where ancient gods cast forth their spells

and mediaeval devils haunt

the void that lives within his heart

now filled with sands of grief.

 

Immersed in dark infinity

and though he knows no gladsome day

beyond the realm where thinking stopped

a glimmering light invades the waves

to paint the jaws of purgatory

and offer joys of paradise.