In The Red Painted Manor Poem by Emmanuel George Cefai

In The Red Painted Manor



In the red painted manor
The bees drone slow
And tasty is their
Honey.

At night
Not far off
The sound of carousing
Of the bacchanalian lot

The weary hours
Pass and
Strike
And the red painted manor's face
Resorts
To ancient shadows grey
Restless
To and fro.

Wednesday, July 30, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: night
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