Inside an ancient castle

They keep him within
The castle walls.
It smells like black cherry tea
And dust.
Their dead souls
Numbs him with their
Green moss breath.
Sunshine to moonlight
Eternal nightfall.
He has to catch a ride
With faith.
Follow the road
That leads to
Rosy embraces.
He must be like fog and wind
Not let them catch his scent.
My prince burdened by
Their vanity,
Afraid to be freed,
From their misery.
Moldavian broken souls
In numb suits, armored with pens.


~ by Aquatic Poetry on August 30, 2011.

2 Responses to “Inside an ancient castle”

  1. Loved the imagery and mood created by this poem…wow!

  2. Thank you Charles. This is in homage to my husband who has been detained in Moldova because they did not believe his passport to be real, since Tuesday he has been waiting, being lulled to sleep by bureaucracy. But what it did bring along, was inspiration. He’ll be home soon 🙂

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