Wednesday, September 21, 2005

Golden Oak Grove and White Ladies

Leaving, leaving -
in the morning -
Special isle of wonders.

Rents and cracks repaired by white
Feather, Feather,
fine and soft.

Many lands and many eyes
to see at last
a golden grove of

My pen was still and
now is freed,
to write and dream.

But tonight I lie
on a forget-me-not bed
and listen to the
beat of ladies in white -

Yours, if only for now,
Imogen Crest.

copyright word and images Monika Roleff 2005.


At 4:31 PM, Blogger Fran said...

Memories come with us
of this place
where we found peace
and fun

At 8:20 PM, Blogger Imogen Crest said...

Too true.

At 9:36 PM, Blogger Heather Blakey said...

What a wonderful journey you had Monika. This final piece is very lovely. Owl Island will hold special memories.

At 12:01 AM, Blogger Imogen Crest said...

Very much so. Thanks Heather.


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