ROOM FOR THREE
poem by:
Kenvil Atkins
Written
on Oct 14, 2025
ROOM FOR THREE The moon shone brightly on the new falling snow Crickets dancing in the air as if by magic A dragonfly swooped by Memories of a dusty morning fill my soul Gallant knights trod barefoot in the meadow The north wind blew upon my face Scattering bamboo leaves of calligraphy In the distance sounds of merriment Wishing me to practice polygamy The narrow pathway inside my soul No one inside fills outer space with beauty A horseman, a carriage, and a room for three Kenvil Atkins / Poet / Caribbean Poetry Dreams.
Tags: Sad, Love, Encouraging, Abstract,
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Roxanne Dubarry commented on Apr 25, 2026 at 4:54pm
And yet as you traverse into the olden years of bare footed knights and listened to the sinful merriment of the crowd seducing you into wanting to commit the sin of polygamy. Yet you refused to yield to them. And who else was riding in your horse drawn carriage for three? Could it be your wife, your child and you?
