The Linnet's Wings :Take All My Loves, My Love - Page 14

The Linnet´s Wings December 2017 We walked through the grounds A dinner table stands, in daylight. Saw the trailing wires, on the drenched croquet lawn, of cold, vacant fairy lights a chair overturned. In anger? and myriad dangling droplets, A moss-covered bed, laced with leaves, of rain, tentative, haunted by long rotted lovers. hanging from boughs and cables Mouldy books strewn over mulch, in the foggy afternoon. a wardrobe door, to Narnia maybe. I imagine it tonight, 14