Tears are flowing from the mirrors of my eyes.
As I sit on a cold slap of stone.
Inside a gloomy prison cell.
Punishments and fines.
Defender of the truth.
I am the crusader of my barony’s people.
Chains, mice, rats and gnarled robes.
Witnesses to my echoing rants of injustice.
As I dream past the exhaustion.
Dancing memories of my family’s castle.
Dreamscapes of misty mountainous walks.
Looking over crimson ancestral flags.
And clay towers that stretched.
Into the kingdom of the clouds.
Writing sonnets underneath that arched portico.
Near the clear glass lake.
Memoirs of childhood.
Hopping on grey cobblestones.
And hiding underneath walled flowered gardens.
Reciting tales of Finn MacCool,
While banshees, fairies and leprechauns.
Chased golden-white swans past the Land of Tir Na nOg.
Appearing when the bells tolled around midnight.
Dreams, dreams of sumptuous banquets.
Gorgeous and glorious food.
That only infinity can see.
Royalty and townsfolk dined as one.
Conversations overheard.
Children squealing in delight.
Men with raucous stories of hunting deer.
Near the castle’s lush emerald forest.
Longing to peer over my precious foggy bedroom view.
A vision that will never be erased.
Etched like an invisible painting.
On this horrid damp jail cell wall.
© Mary Anne Abdo
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Your words paint a vivid and evocative picture of longing and nostalgia. Your poem is deeply moving and conveys a powerful sense of loss and imprisonment, both physical and emotional. The imagery and emotions expressed here are truly touching. Well Done! 🙂
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Abhishek, thank you so much for your kind words. Have a great weekend
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