Posted by: Peadar Ban | January 7, 2014











Ho!  The room is empty of all.
Of all and so the room I left
Before I entered this one nervously
Wondering where was everyone
Here only moments ago. No one
Remains nor sounds of leaving
Echoing as they might, one thinks,
Through the corridors, the rooms
And halls hung with portraits, rare
Tapestries, lit by fading day.
But, no, I am alone of all
Who had been here, an echo
Fading, a shadow on the wall
Moving slowly.  As day ends, the
Sun settles and the door clicks closed.

peg January 7, 2014


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