The Lovers by Jocelyn Braddell

Do you see our old bedstead?

Flung across it the faded flowers

Of the one cover and under it …

A flash of steel!

We reveal the metalwork of an old lock

And key – two forms harmoniously grappled

To the soul of a secret by the look of it.

Iron hinges warmly interlace.

As the key turns …

We become an open door to a mine shaft.

Chains rustle in the warm bed of molten leaves

And petal blue ragstone hints of subterranean

Rivers here; rapids show refracted light

And the bolt glints hint of the muse.

– Lock and key and this scuttle bed –

If we are represented in your mind

Merely as a coiled trick of the light

You can pause to think it out as the Time

                                                                     passes…

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2 thoughts on “The Lovers by Jocelyn Braddell

  1. Line “And key – two forms of harmoniously grappled….” Incorrect use “of”, should be : “And key – two forms harmoniously grappled …”.

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    1. Thank you so much for pointing that out Jocelyn.
      I immediately corrected it!
      I am honoured to know you read your poem on my blog.

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