Summer Night - 1913 by Albert Bloch
They gather in secret
in the garden of delight
they leave behind
much shame
and every other form
of constraint- real or imagined
in the twilight of tenderness
they speak of no evil
they harbor no disdain
they are hear for each other
they are hear for themselves
they are here and this is why they come
Michael A. Wells
Very evocative - 'the garden of delight' conjures up such images!
ReplyDeleteA lovely interpretation of the image. I liked the feel of mystery.
ReplyDeletewell done...thanks for sharing
ReplyDeleteI absolutely adore the way you went with this, as your words describe their life so clearly, and delightfully magical at the same time.
ReplyDeleteBeautiful write, Michael...I couldn't help but think of the line from Withnail and I...here...hare...here...giggle...
ReplyDeleteSounds lovely!
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