Poetry Travel

The Adare Manor


The Adare Manor


Phil turned the creaking

handle to unlock the thick

wooden door.

The manor and the hovering

Cedar of Lebanon

over a sun-setting palace.


Wood engraved holding half-moon windows

scrolling hatches clicked and locked

loud echo’s silencing our steps

into deep carpet

‘We’ve been expecting you’

the thick red tapestries

blanketing the windows

looking out of our

jewelry box dream.



Except the Lord that built

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Logo

You are commenting using your account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s