The Lodge Palindrome – a poem

Just thought I’d experiment a little bit with another poetic form: the palindrome.

It’s very hard to get it right and to make sure that the second half makes sense. Quite happy with this for a first attempt, though.

The Lodge Palindrome

Agony is freedom,

And lodges fill spirits

As darkness pulls light away,

Longer no kindness can remain,

Surrender to what comes nightly

At your


You’re at nightly,

Comes what to surrender?

Remain can kindness no longer

Away light pulls darkness

As spirits fill lodges

And freedom is agony.

Thanks for reading


You can see my other poems here:

Two Coopers – Two Sonnets

A Sonnet for Laura Palmer


photos via Unsplash

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