Wednesday, June 28, 2017

Soliloquy

Emptied Nest

Well, they are gone, and here must I remain
- unfettered, unfeathered of sleepy tawny heads
grown captive to the wildness whence they came.
Well, they are gone, and here must I remain
with memorabilia that bestow a private fame.
Rooms I pass ask if all is well and done and said.
Well, they are gone, and here must I remain
- unfettered, unfeathered of sleepy tawny heads.

~ LCMH

(Opening line is taken from "This Lime-tree Bower my Prison" by Samuel Taylor Coleridge.)