Friday, February 27, 2009

The Pillars of the Earth

The sun, edging over
normal monastic life,

hinges chissled out.
The sky growing preciously 

bright in the east
like gilded scenes

embroiderd by the hands
of a once pious woman.

The prior's bed is wide and stiff.

2 comments:

Megan Duffy said...

Thank you so much! I am slowly coming back to writing after very sad five year break. It's taking me time to get my voice back, but I'll keep working at it. Your comment gives me strength to go on!

gerry boyd said...

I like this. Last 3 lines are perfect. The "lighter..." 2 line not as strong as the rest. Is that a typo ("precptibly") in line 3 or just I word I do not know? How about "chissled" or are ye speaking olde english?