In The Baron’s Chamber
Laying sleepless in bed I wrote another poem.
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In The Baron’s Chamber
A bloodred wood ceiling watches over a regal room,
A high bed in the middle once lit only by the moon,
Now enjoys the company of ten candles dead by noon,
And two bodies ‘neath five roses not to awaken soon.
December 18, 2007 at 12:29 pm
Ahh. Totally conjures up a whole pile of images. Beautiful.
December 18, 2007 at 3:30 pm
Thanks, Dani! I’ve been having a lot of the same images in my mind lately, as you can probably tell. I keep seeing old Castles, Mansions and Manor Houses, populated with warm and opulent things, but many times everything has gone awry and sometimes everything is perfect.
I don’t really like how I repeated some of the images from the last poem, but that’s what I saw, so I titled this one accordingly. This Baron’s mansion seems to be a place of many themes!
December 18, 2007 at 5:01 pm
Yeah, I think that’s what I really like about it. The old feeling of these anyways.