Mark Norton Poet Acrostic

Shutters Creak

Shutters creak

Come swing closed the shutter and lock the door
For here I shall long for life no more,
Until those things held captive by mortal man
May oft lay hidden and condemned

The castles do crumble through a million days
Back to the stones from where they came,
And the child we loved shall age and wither
Before our maturing eyes

And now the silence, not of the night
Nor a wind through this windows crack,
Where the shutter creaks on its broken hinge
The quiet of the evening is spent


                By M.Norton
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Carol Sunshine Brown July 26, 2011 at 10:05 AM It feels so good to be able to sit here and read your very creative writing this morning Mark. I do hope to come back soon and read more of your excellent work. Love, Carol Mark Norton September 14, 2012 at 10:42 PM thank you carol, it has been quit a while since i wort this poem and i as always have changed some of the words, but your complaments make my bodies bones feel good. love, mark.