Cromwell
He leaves
Wondering if he will ever
Be back here again
The summons had come
Quickly, suddenly
Filling him with unease
Why the haste
He's used the same methods
There's no sense in any waste
After all
For a fleeting moment
There is regret
But only fleeting, very slight
In fact
So he leaves
Getting his mind back on track
It will be alright
He's sure, never better
He's rising higher up
Just depends how far that is
Will he need a pair of wings
This poem has been with me a long time, since I took this photograph. Finally, here it is.
Hooe Church, East Sussex, UK.
For more poetry and images, have a look at my website:
Cromwell
He leaves
Wondering if he will ever
Be back here again
The summons had come
Quickly, suddenly
Filling him with unease
Why the haste
He's used the same methods
There's no sense in any waste
After all
For a fleeting moment
There is regret
But only fleeting, very slight
In fact
So he leaves
Getting his mind back on track
It will be alright
He's sure, never better
He's rising higher up
Just depends how far that is
Will he need a pair of wings
This poem has been with me a long time, since I took this photograph. Finally, here it is.
Hooe Church, East Sussex, UK.
For more poetry and images, have a look at my website: