That Place (Poem) Posted byThe GownJune 5, 2018June 5, 2018Posted inArts & Ents, Poetry, The Inkpot Kealan McAllister’s “That Place”. Photo Source: Fresh Eye Solutions. Kealan McAllister, Contributor. In the shadow of a fortress On a hill outside a bustling town One sees rich and verdant countryside Lush greens and yellows all around One can gaze miles in all directions Over the vista, so tranquil, so at peace Look right and see the ocean blue To your left the snow-capped Pyrenees Near all is still and quiet But the coiling tango of two birds Accompanied by the gentle sighing of the wind Almost too gentle to be heard The setting sun washing all before me In a dusky, golden shade of light How can such raw, intense emotions Be dissipated by a mere sight? Memories of torment and caprice Of people that once were close to me All frets and worries that plague my mind Making it almost loathsome to be Old wounds which I still pick, and will not close Still sore, worried incessantly How is it now the bleeding is staunched And I find I can be quite pleasantly? How that scene could make my heart Green and fertile once again I need not to know the cause From over-scrutiny I shall refrain But I take comfort from the fact That although people tend to redact The love they were once happy to give Leaving you in sorrow and regret to live That despite what will be or what came before That place shall be there forevermore. Share this:Tweet Related