Lingered out from the
Castle keep to discover
It was morning once again,
The wraparound wooden appendage
Standing firm where it’s been and where
I’d always taken it for granted.
Seldom swayed on the companion swing,
Rarely glimpsed up at the hazed cobweb canopies,
The slim chipped paint splinters at my feet longing for longing,
But when bottled up indoors
For longer than a measurable
Melting clock tenure,
The blue and green rolling ridge topography
Seems all the more promising,
More gracious and more alluring.
So I’ll request a hand from the lady composer of my heartstring legions
When she’s finished dreaming and shakes away the overnight rattle,
To join me out on the settee
For some of this no longer ignored
Organic uplifting permanence.
(Photo taken by me.)
© Eric Keegan
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