Kamelot

Dressed in sunrise

Bathed in

brushed gold

Sheltered by

majesty and mountains

Removed from

civilization.

A monument to

earlier times

Earlier memories

Crying babies

Betraying lovers.

Harsh words and

bulging veins

Gifts of peace

and compassion

Radiate from

its windows and doors

Inviting each of us

to return

again and again.

Come.

Step in.

And remember

Kamelot.

February 10, 2014 Meldrum Poetry Workshop
Prompt: June’s Painting & a memory of a time shortly after our son’s death ~ while living with my sister, Gail,  & our children on a lovely commune in Archer Florida. It did not have mountains (above) yet felt as though it did. This place saved my life.