Mansions of the Mind
“Stone Walls do not a Prison make;
Nor Iron bars a Cage;”
Richard Lovelace 1618 – 1657
I dwell in mansions of the mind,
as friends converse in sunlit bowers,
or stroll
through gardens full of flowers.
when I consign someone to hell,
to languish in my mental cell,
where at my pleasure,
they will face ,
cruel torments
of abject disgrace.
where loyal staff, prepare a place
when I no longer wish to face
the boredom of the commonplace.
dream lovers, keen to titillate,
and satiate my wild desires.
No earthly fires can cause me fear,
within my mansions of the mind.
For here I find tranquility.
A place in intellectual space,
where I can always safely be,
at one with all eternity.
© James Rainsford 2012
I dwell in mansions of the mind,
where memories of life reside.
Here my thoughts can swiftly hide,as friends converse in sunlit bowers,
or stroll
through gardens full of flowers.
The sky above is azure blue,
but can display a darker huewhen I consign someone to hell,
to languish in my mental cell,
where at my pleasure,
they will face ,
cruel torments
of abject disgrace.
Here too, in soaring halls of light,
bright laughter fills the quickening night, where loyal staff, prepare a place
when I no longer wish to face
the boredom of the commonplace.
My interiors are blessed with stairs
which rise to bedrooms, where awaitdream lovers, keen to titillate,
and satiate my wild desires.
No earthly fires can cause me fear,
within my mansions of the mind.
For here I find tranquility.
A place in intellectual space,
where I can always safely be,
at one with all eternity.
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