my sunday poem … # 10
Today’s poem is called The Waiting-Bell. I wrote it during a period when I was quite heavily into the work of poets such as John Donne and Gerard Manley Hopkins. I so admired their use of imagery.
in the garden at dawn
tremoring trance-like forms
lie hidden in the early mist
cold-cast in a wintery spell
silence hangs heavy as a waiting-bell
piercing shaft of light
and life begins again
like a shattering glass
spider’s web quivering
the birds’ glad song
and beat of wings
and when I think of you
where the pain of loss first fell
my heart hangs heavy as a waiting-bell
Awh…. that sounds sad…. but it is beautifully written, Kris!
Thank you, Erika. Yes, it is kind of bittersweet.
And you totally conveyed that. Great!
As always Sheldon
Reblogged this on Anita & Jaye Dawes.
Hi. Thank you so much for the reblog. You are very kind. Have a lovely Sunday. Kris.
This is amazing kris, Beautiful imagery ☺
Kris, I really love this poem! Very well written! ❤️
Stunning picture…Awesome poem…:)