April 22


by Tys Sweeney


Gaudy rims of copper and pressed brass

A chess board floor elaborate with age

No bright candles light the dancing room

Only grey rays from the outside sun

A demonic haze clouds the glory days

And no blooming dresses bleed forgotten histories

Where thousands revelled: dusky halls and curtains.
(Copyright 2016 Tys Sweeney)

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