'Amidst the Clement Grove'

This poem describes a mothers plea to her son (who died in tragic circumstances) to visit her in her dreams, so she can persuade his restless soul to let go of this world and be raised into the light

''AMIDST THE CLEMENT GROVE''

Breach the beat of mantled scowls, where fractured hopes are sown,

Ride the breeze that rustles towering olive trees bestowed,

Descend from high in fulgent showers, brighten my dreams, behold!

Come breathe with me 'neath ancient boughs, amidst the clement grove

Reap the light of hallowed realms, that lulls all restless souls,

Purge the plight of baneful whelms, make haste, let peace unfold,

Pluck a pair of branches with flecks, of silver and greenish tones,

Come hold my hand 'neath ancient boughs, amidst the clement grove.

Broid a wreath in memory of our timeless bond of old,

Embrace me once again my son, with deep to deep resolve,

Now soar to heights where grace foretells, you'll stroll on paths of gold,

I'll sit a while 'neath ancient boughs, amidst the clement grove.

Reviews

[Moomin]

I understand that this is your first poem on here?

Well, this blew my lil ole socks off! It is superb. Your words flow with grace and gentle imagery. Your work is absolute quality. I look forward to reading more of your creations.

I hope the subject is not based on personal experience.