Ela of the Abbey
Spirits speak across time
Unstopped when hearts grow old or cold,
They whispers secrets in our souls,
"I am here, just out of sight,
In familiar rooms." I know!
It's Ela of the Abbey and
Her sweetheart William Longspee.
Their great love survived—
Murder, lies or trickery—
Desire lives when bodies die
And souls embrace each other.
Always!
Sprits speak across dreams
Meet face to face within our minds
At rest. "I am back inside
The stories told to visitors."
I nod. I wrote that down, my Ela,
So others know a woman lived.
A husband died. Their
passion beat back
Plotting kings and
regents; Ela
Built an Abbey as her refuge
Free from fate and marriages.
Ha!
Dorothy L. Abrams
Poetry written for the 17th Annual Room Full of Sisters
Auburn NY May 7, 2013
Photography of Lacock Abbey Wiltshire UK June 2010
by Eric A Reynolds
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