There is a house in the country,
And it sits aside a small lake.
The sun at noon reflects nicely
With images of the old home,
And mirror images aren't all evil,
But listen well when the wind blows;
Twigs and leaves quickly twirl around,
And the chime of ancient bells cry.
|
Author Notes
I have written a few pictorals before now that are seasonal to Autumn and Halloween. Maybe, that's why I turned this poem a bit creepy. Where's the bell chimes coming from? Echos from Notre Dame Cathedral... Perhap. Or maybe, it's your imagination playing trick on thee. Idk for sure. Lolz.
And I found a modern pictoral (aka portraiture landscape poetry) earlier today; Orogeny by Lucinda Roy. It was published online at North American Review, August 2015. Here is the reference link - https://northamericanreview.org/open-space/portraits-landscapes-and-poetry-by-lucinda-roy
|
|
