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! ! Ikon

Rating: 3.1

The door creaks, as she opens it
and the fall of the heavy iron latch
echoes through the empty church.

The atmosphere inside, this cold day,
is heavy, as such holy places are,
locked now at night; heavy,
with what? Anticipation? Memory,
of all the human emotions
that have passed through them?

There’s still the clinging promise,
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Michael Shepherd 18 June 2009

Praise from one of Poemhunter's finest and most enjoyable poets. Wow.

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Fay Slimm 18 June 2009

Oh Michael - this has to go into my favourites immediately to be read and re-read - - it speaks with it's own voice and has much to say to the sincere reader... thank you my dear friend......... a memorable poem, ... Fay.

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