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Sonnet 30: Beads of Silvered Night














Alone with the damping of summer's might,

my hand's listless stir of the curtain's edge,

betrayed, that hidden within day's first light

lies the sparkle of true love's feather fledge;


pillowed on dark, like beads of silvered night

each of the thousand strong, a lover's pledge,

taken to keep by the morning star bright

from the flowers shy of meadow and hedge


make haste the kindly fade before my sight,

of sadness seen from the cold window's ledge,

and hide once more the silver hearts of night

putting to rest my hand from the curtain's edge.


Spare my eyes for none shine above for me,

my kisses though all true, just not meant to be




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Unknown member
May 07, 2023

I like the way stanza 2 takes us out into the morning and up to the stars while stanza three brings us back to the edge of the ledge

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Jes Derry
Jes Derry
May 03, 2023

This has a “velvety feel” to it ( I can’t describe it any other way). A lovely piece of poetry which carries the reader along to the very end. 😊

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