Whispers from the Lady’s Chair

Whispers from the Lady's Chair

Nimble fingers traveled through
Careworn flesh that suffered to
The point of yearning days on end
Therefore she melted into him
He kissed the salty tears that fell
As she released the tender well
Enchanted springs had filled to brim
For she was so enthralled by him
And with each undemanding touch
To lightly brush within the hush
Of simple sweet imaginings
Inside the dreams that daylight brings
Upon the fluttering wings of fairies
Dancing in the motes that carry
Light and love to those who weep
Yet pray the prayer from sorrow keep
There is a prince around the bend
His kingdom floats upon a whim
He is invoked by fervent prayer
Whispered from the lady’s chair

©Kay Salady


About Kay Salady

I write about the greatest force on earth that, I believe, lives on forever and surpasses all else. "All your poems read like I am watching an artist use words instead of colours full of feeling." ~Anon.

Posted on September 2, 2016, in Kay Salady Poetry, poetry, the poetry of kay salady, Uncategorized and tagged , , , , , , , , , , , , , . Bookmark the permalink. Leave a comment.

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