WESTMINSTER HALL - LYING IN STATE
Earthbound, spellbound in thrall to majesty
without a sound. Silence that fills some monstrous need
never to be satisfied with so many mouths to feed.
Still they come with muffled tread as if their mourning
might raise the dead. In years to come these thoughts
now fresh will set like the stone of ancient walls
witness to a light that dies, a silence weeping to the skies.
raypool
Wed 21st Sep 2022 18:52
Thanks folks for the likes; Nigel, Frederick, Graham, Jennifer, Stephen, Holden and Flyntland.
Thanks Stephen. This is one of those where I was dwelling on human nature as often I do. I always believe that people's motivations are often unconscious and so a secret to them, so I like to probe my own to give reason where none is forthcoming. That may sound harsh I know.
Always a pleasure to hear from you Laura and to garner a response both thoughtful and to my mind complimentary. I refer you to my response to Stephen's comment.
Cheers Greg, that's the third poem in a series it seems, along with so many others. Glad it found favour.
Ray