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.
~
