Tuesday, June 4, 2013

Summer Sonnet 7: The Keep

Flakes drifted in over the keep to chill
its polised walls. It left them flushed in red.
Like porcelain brushed by a poet's quill
leaving inscriptions rumored to have said:

"The whitest walls in all the realm could not
be seamless like you. A faultless border
that has the wind spellbound. Sending out its
flurry. It is you who keeps this order.

Were it not for your guidance or your charm
the wind would lose its way home. And that would
spoil the season. If you ever feel firm
please recall. you are the winds first threshold."

Flakes drifted in over the keep to chill
its polished walls. It left them flushed in red.

- By Donavue

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