A poem by AMY MACPHERSON
The Tower windows rattle as rain falls,
The staircase cruelly howls.
Clouds bear over the English winter day
And through them softly shine
Such rays of light that never have been seen.
And never will be now
Beyond this winter’s day in February.
I see those pavestones glitter down below.
The falling of raindrops
Pre-empt the thud of cruelty and dismay.
I hear them now, I see those
Pavestones brighten with the hope
Of more delay
But not upon this lonely, dismal day.
In summer, sunshine lit these grounds
With gentle rays that passed me by
For I abound here in these shadowed depths.
Today is a darker day
Pearl white and finite grey.
Must all my griefs be mounted on display
Upon my dark and lonely, dismal day?
The bars cast shadows on this stony floor.
Their shadows on my face
Are circling round – they will not let me go!
And all at once in silence I’m alone.
No comfort to be had
In better days
For they are not for me.
And now I see through glistening eyes of grey
That I am for this lonely, dismal day.
