Fall

Stained glass windows

 

Glitter

 

Glisten

 

Whisper

 

 

 Her heart

 

Racing

 

Soul

 

Trembling

She sits

 

Squirming

In her dresses

Lipstick on

Knowing

She is being

Watched

Admired

 

 

New love

 

Is

 

Cascading

 

Echoing

 

Among soft pink walls

 

Inside a brown bricked Church

 

On Fremont Street

 

 

 

His eyes

 

Drink her in

 

Embrace her wholly

 

And he prays

 

While

It  sneaks

 

And it revels

 

In the midst

 

Of strangers

 

Of eyes

 

Ears

 

Minds

No one knows

 

It floats

 

Across the balcony

 

Through the organ

 

The piano

 

The voices

 

The tabernacle

The Pastor

 

 

 

And in the sound of glory

 

 

He can feel it

She can hear it

 

In the hymns

 

The prayers

 

The songs they sing

 

 

 

This love has emerged

And it is sweet

True and good

For their love

Is holy

Reviews

[the one inside]

Oh but vibrating tunes afold the masking beauty, perhaps there was just one more word amiss the trembling lips, for if they not part, then words cant sit on those crescent lobes

[John Alexander McFadyen]

A lovely, lively ecclesiastical poem that spills eloquently down the page with it's metaphor glowing.

[Kathryn Smith]

Thank you John! :) xx I'm liking all these reviews! :D