Drawbridge
Silver pennants ruffled by
the breeze
distant trumpets, dancing notes
from cloud to cloud.
Misty haze lingers atop
the battlements
closer to the wall, I reach.
A face peers out of a turret window.
Symbols embroidered on
banners
Emblems engraved on shields
are now clear to me.
Sentrys alerted
shoes are worn
standstill,
birds singing, crickets chirping
I wait.
A face in focus
elegant, classic, you.
Send the order,
“Let him in”
Anslem Gentle, April 1990