Poem: The Moon Over Asylum

4 Feb

The Moon Over Asylum

There is a quiet village,

just beyond his reach, with

a place to preach to the few

who would listen tonight.

The picturesque countryside

tries to hide, beneath the

soft light of the quarter-moon,

the ones who are in the wrong part of town.

He is trapped by the walls

named a refuge by some,

a prison by others, for all

a home for distorted minds.

Listless, he gazes at the

Swirling, bright evening sky

envisioning a serenity

only sunset can bring,

And begins to paint, the

sun now burning through the haze,

a scene of peace, of freedom,

of the Whirlpool Galaxy.


by Jennifer Boissonneault, April 2009

5 Responses to “Poem: The Moon Over Asylum”

  1. Rebel Sowell February 5, 2013 at 11:13 am #


  2. Suzi Shumaker February 4, 2013 at 9:14 pm #

    Jen – I love it this inspired poem! Glad to see you in the blogosphere :)

  3. Jerrye35 February 4, 2013 at 7:57 pm #

    Beautiful Poem!

  4. Jerrye35 February 4, 2013 at 7:56 pm #

    Beautiful poem.


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