Entry - MAG Poetry Prize 2011

Lovers Lament

by Anita Turner

Where rays are captured by
early breeze
And beds are sheltered by
shady trees
Where shadows fall soft, on
glowing places
And lovers touch, where
shivers caress
This is where we lay
Where loath is captured by
And beds are moulded, like
Trust-less lie
Where shadows fall cold on
darkened faces
And trust departs, where
shivers caress
This is where we lie
Where beds have moulded as
ordered rules
And loath is captured, by
saddened fools
Where strangers rest in
lonely places
And lovers dream of
distant faces
This is where we die

Added: 29.03.2011