Out of the quarrel with others we make rhetoric; out of the quarrel with ourselves we make poetry. (W.B. Yeats) Here lies that which is inside no more, that which burns my mind and must be expelled. Here lies the greatest of all inventions. Here lies words.
Tuesday, May 25, 2021
Wonderland
Oh, to be Alice
Falling down the rabbit hole
Escaping from day-to-day life
Into a world of fantasy
Or maybe to be Dorothy,
Spirited away to Oz
Only to find out
There’s no place like home
Wednesday, March 24, 2021
The Bookstore
Walking through the doors
There’s an unmistakable smell
Fresh coffee and old books
And just a hint of freshly baked cakes
The chairs are big and comfy
Like grandma’s warm embrace
And the service is friendly
And they’re always up for a chat
Sometimes I go in for breakfast
Bacon, eggs, sausages, tomatoes
A book of poetry with well-worn pages
And a large cappuccino to sip
It’s a good place to people watch
On a sunny weekday morn
The park across the path bustling
With kids before they head to school
When I meet friends for lunch
Chicken salad with sweet chilli sauce
And a cool class of fresh lemonade
Discussing the latest sporting memoir
It’s easy to lose track of time
And before you know it it’s been hours
Though it’s never a problem
To settle in for half the day
On occasion, when I don’t feel like cooking,
I’ll savour a frittata and side salad
And a large pot of peppermint tea
With my favourite Stephen King
It doesn’t matter what time of day or night
It always feels like home
A little shop around the corner
That takes me a world away
Saturday, November 7, 2020
The Entrance
I stood before the gates
That towered o’er my head
Majestic in its grandeur
Behind which nobility’s bred
I turned the key hesitantly
The cold metal creaking as it turned
Opening a whole world for me
For which I’d always yearned
A tree lined avenue stretched out before
And far into the distance
Meandering through the grounds
Following the path of least resistance
As I walk, I wonder silently
About the generations who have been before
Who they were and how they lived
What was fact and what folklore
Then, rising up before my eyes
A palace fit for any queen
With the grandest of steps ascending
What visitors they had seen
Imposing wooden doors, tall and proud
Daring weary travellers to try their luck
To win a fair maiden’s hand, perhaps
Or show what courage they could pluck
But no need for luck that day
I was the rightful heir to the manor
Accompanied not by a fanfair
Nor met by any banner
Just the quiet knowledge of being home
The work of restoration all to come
For this stunning, grand old dame
And for the house that will not succumb
Thursday, July 2, 2020
Home Planet
30/06/2020 – Poem a Day Compilation
I look around this world,
Its wonders stretched before me,
And ask myself one question
That everyone should pose:
Where’s the sense of adventure
In beating a well-worn path
When there’s a whole planet to explore
And a lifetime’s memories to be made?
I have stood atop a mountain
Way up above the clouds,
Staring out to the horizon
And down to valleys below.
I have crossed vast oceans
To far and distant lands
Where I do not speak the language
But can always understand.
It is the beauty that binds us,
The soaking in of new sights,
The sharing of our doorstep
With those from foreign lands.
I have gazed upon great monuments
Built to honour kings and queens of yore
And stepped inside magnificent temples
Dedicated to an everlasting love.
I have driven across continents
Their length and breadth laid bare
For the simple pleasure
Of seeing what was there.
When you marvel at the intricate –
The smallest petal, a delicate wing –
And take in the riches money can’t buy
But a sense of wonder can.
There are so many places still
To spark my imagination.
I cannot dream of new worlds when
I have not done with this one yet.
Monday, May 4, 2020
My city
I love this city.
It sparkles and it shines.
It soothes my nerves,
And excites my mind.
I couldn’t live anywhere
But in its warm embrace.
It invigorates me, wholly,
And feeds my desires.
Every time I leave it
I know, when I return,
It will always welcome me
Back home where I belong.
There’s nowhere else on earth
I’d rather be right now
Than tucked up in my bed,
Listening to my city hum.