Manor
Eve outlines the curves of an old terrain,
where antique bottles in their moonlit sheen
reflect pillars’ glow…now mildly unseen
from vintage halls of paling, roughened grain:
All through this vine-clad manor’s dusky shade
poses outside its elegant fig tree--
Which attests to a once- royal marquee
this landmark, our own hometown’s proud arcade.
Written 9/7/2019
Free Verse Or Rhyme Contest of Eve Roper
Picture # 3
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