WITHIN THE SANCTION OF THE WALLS

Michael Edwards

 

WITHIN THE SANCTION OF THE WALLS 

 

Within the sanction of the walls

that posture proud in majesty,

no lights in lonely windows show

beneath the timber overhang.

 

The silver line of lunar rays

peer shy across the girdling grounds

where flower beds in clear distinction

display their flora to the night.

 

With shadows not dispersed by lamps

their footsteps grind on gravelled paths,

in words no humbler audience hears

their voices spoken to the wind.

 

Her spectral smile belies

the unbefitting language used

and withered flowers define her mood

endowed in rayless shadows form.

 

And deep behind her gibbous eyes

the shadows of her self esteem

lie trapped in unrequited love

within the sanction of the walls.

 

 

 

Michael Edwards © February 2017

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

  • Author: Michael Edwards (Offline Offline)
  • Published: February 18th, 2017 09:15
  • Comment from author about the poem: Back again - this one written on scraps of paper in between the David Hockney exhibition in Tate Britain and attending a legal hearing at the Royal courts of Justice in London. Plus another abstract.
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  • WriteBeLight

    Absolutely beautiful Michael on both accounts.

  • MendedFences27

    I've heard many praiseworthy compliments on the value of "moonshine," but none spoken as eloquently as this, but then you mean moon light. So here's some praise: "The silver line of lunar rays," Their footsteps grind on gravelled paths,""and deep beyond her gibbous eyes," are unique and beautiful lines only an artist would pen. - Phil A.

    • Michael Edwards

      thank you Phil - you really are too kind. Praise such as yours is the greatest encouragement so thank you, thank you.

    • MendedFences27

      I've heard many praiseworthy compliments on the value of "moonshine," but none spoken as eloquently as this, but then you mean moon light. So here's some praise: "The silver line of lunar rays," Their footsteps grind on gravelled paths,""and deep beyond her gibbous eyes," are unique and beautiful lines only an artist would pen. - Phil A.

    • P.H.Rose

      Fantastic
      Bravo sir...
      I love it...



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