the avenue

the avenue poem
A pavement under trees,
…Approaching like the rest
In the same dapple of the summer caught

I foot the avenue like a summer bride
a cathedralesque affair with far off altar rail
one mile or so the aisle – quite long enough
to play adagio some processional wedding motif
pews each side veiled, brim-filled and wide
dark as emeralds in deep stone shade
with brilliant coloured stains of small glass panes
where breezes part the leaves, a glint of sun

in the end there is no altar
but only a heartfelt prayer

[*I did not know of Frances Cornford‘s poem before I wrote these lines but I always research titles before posting and found her gem fits rather well here]

Some 10 line micro poetry with Toads theme: Dark as emeralds and a small offering for today’s poetry pantry