David Whalen

Gold Star - 5,903 Points (Covington Kentucky)

The Manse In The Moors - Poem by David Whalen

Tall iron gates
That mutter of authority
Beyond which lie fields
Barren and bleak

Fence of stone topped with
Crenellations of Ravens
Keeping watch with keen eyes
Above leaf shrouded creek

The manor of grey stone
That rears all alone
And lies atop
The rise…

The windows tight shuttered
Cause one to shudder
At their semblance
To moribund eyes

The long neglected lane
Now approaches in vain
The portico thru which
No one enters

Save spectres that scream
Silently…hauntingly and seem
As fleeting as wishes
…in a dream…

Topic(s) of this poem: dark

Form: Prose Poem

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, November 18, 2015

Poem Edited: Wednesday, November 18, 2015

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