I made love to a woman in tears

I made love to a woman in tears
And then I wept.
For all her shining years were there condensed,
And in their salty tracks I sensed an ending;
Before we finally slept.

She had the face of a Russian doll

She had the face of a Russian doll.
A beautiful doll that concealed another,
Then another,
Dwindling in sequence to an empty space,
Never to be revealed;
Hidden forever beneath her layers of experience.

Where’er you walk
          (for SJ)

Where’er you walk
All is gentled in its condition;
And in the very air
Music from above plays unbidden,
Breathing softly of grace and beauty,
Descended with love of its own volition
To accompany this blessed and beloved odyssey; 
For where’er you walk
All is gentled in its condition.

©2013-2016 Paul Carrpenter

Extract from Paul’s books:

“The Storm Dove”

and “Homecoming”

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Paul, a poet following the tradition of the land of his birth, was born and raised in the small village of Caerau, in the beautiful Lynfi valley of South Wales, and is now resident in Bristol, England. He has enjoyed a variety of different ‘careers’, including working on archaeological excavations, and for many years earning his living as a professional artist. He has travelled extensively in Europe, with an especial love for the cities of Paris, Florence and Venice, and has a great interest in philosophy, literature, history and the arts, which is reflected in his work. Paul says that he searched for years to find the right medium to truly express his ideas, and at last found the answer in poetry, something he has read and enjoyed all his life. In his own words, ‘When I started writing verse, I felt like a prodigal son being welcomed back to the home I left, many years, and many choices ago.’

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