The House With the Golden Windows
...for the Rev. Eric Shirvell-Price
Morning; the child awakes,
steps lightly across the threshold
to the courtyard.
The wndows of the mansion
over the glen ablaze with sparkling
brilliance draw his gaze and
peak his curiosity.
Suited for all-comers with sturdy
leggings for his Big Adventure,
he takes on the day, as brave as good
King Arthur on a mission for the Grail.
Striding forth, his heart is beating
like a drum as he tarries by the river
to bathe his feet in icy water, wolfing down
the victuals prepared by a Queen.
Trudging up the hillside harder than
the journey down, wearying now his steps
are measured. He needs to claim his dream
though his eyes now see dull sockets where
the blazing should have been.
Depressed, he sits exhausted to weigh
the reason why. As he turns, hungry for home,
his heart is leaping, for basking in the radiance
of the slowly dying sunset is his own bright shining
dwelling, windows glittering like burnished gold!
Copyright © Keith Bickerstaffe | Year Posted 2016
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