Saturday, April 7, 2012

"Small Hours" (poem)

A prompt from Carry on Tuesday: "This week our prompt is the opening of an untitled poem generally known as Lines on a Clock in Chester Cathedral by Henry Twells."
When as a child, I laughed and wept

~ Small Hours ~

I knew so well,
A night would spell,
When at late hours
Our dwelling slept,
And through closed flowers
Cool breezes swept.
When in my bed
I lay and wept,
And slow as dead
The moments crept.
A restless child,
For ages straight
In half-dreams wild
I would await
The break of day,
Then laugh and rise,
Trade my dismay
For the sunrise.

Live for the Love of it,
The Happy Amateur

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  1. o-o-o-o-h!This is one of my fav's, and I can identify so well. Many a night a laid wide-eyed, awake...I esp. love 'And through closed flowers
    Cool breezes swept.'!

    1. So glad you liked it, Janet! I wrote this one so quickly, I wasn't sure about it...but then again - I'm rarely sure, so I usually just post and hope for the best! :-)