In An Old Cathedral

She knelt upon a plank, old oaken,
(sable cloak, her mourning guise),
and sensed the breath of distant sighs,
pale shades of pain behind blue eyes…

While clasping close a cross-like token
(holding hope for those in need)
she prayed her Lord "please intercede,
my woe be washed, my soul be freed"…

Archangels, in the skies evoken
(candles flickered, shadows shivered),
through the panes, the moonlight quivered,
summoned forth, the wish delivered…  

Forgotten words he once had spoken
(echoed dim beneath the dome)
swept sweetness of the honeycomb
o'er distant realms they used to roam…

At midnight's knell, in dreams awoken,
memories of love unchained…
Though loneliness of grief remained,
she still held hope… hope hadn't waned…

And when the dawn had early broken,
by the font, in peace she lay…
As sudden as a sunset ray 
the light of life had slipped away…

Reviews

[Terpsichore]

One of the best poems I have read on this site. The imagery is sublime, as is the understanding of what poetry truly ought to be.

It was a poet called Beccy who first directed me to your writing, I have to say I am grateful to her.

T

[Terry O'Leary]

Thank you, Terpsichore! You are always so very kind!!

And I'm thankful to Beccy for pointing you in my direction!!!

Terry

[Papaya]

This is super Terry!!!
Wonderful imagery and super flow to the rhyme.

[Terry O'Leary]

Thank you, Papaya... you are very kind!!!