This poem is an excerpt from my period mystery novel, The Secret of Ravelston, which is based on a musical ballad by the English Spasmodic poet, Sydney Dobell. You can find out more about the novel, which itself is not in verse structure, at:http://www.amazon.com/The-Secret-of-Ravelston-ebook/dp/B0070ORZGG/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1375548457&sr=8-1&keywords=the+secret+of+ravelston
Below is the poem entitled The Royal Promenade, from The Secret of Ravelston, a novel which was written by poet
Silveira. Please feel free to comment on this poem. However, please remember, PoetrySoup is a place of encouragement and growth.
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Everything that Jane could see beyond the gate
was dried up and dead,
as far as she could see!
The lofty trees had all their leaves,
but they were black and withered.
The once graceful branches
were tangled and twisted.
There was no living thing in sight,
not even birds flew above the inert land.
Only the wind was heard by Jane,
and nothing else!
And permeating all of it,
was a foul odor of rot and death.
“How can this be?”
she asked herself,
“Only a gate apart,
a single wall away,
there is such abundant life,
and here all is dead.”
“There is no incident of nature that could have caused this!”
It couldn’t have been a drought, she thought,
for it had rained the night before,
nor could it have been a fire.
The earth was dead below her feet
and also all which was above it.
Yet, she could not help but see,
the beauty of the shape of the sprawling landscape—
The carefully trimmed and winding bushes,
the newly planted flower beds,
the elegantly lined and soaring oaks and pines
which once adorned the royal Promenade.
They were all dead, though.
As if a furious ghost had passed above this place at its full prime,
and smothered in one instant all its life,
and left it still and desolate.