23/07/2015

While Away in Wordchester

I think what I would like to see
Is poetry recited under trees
And in the dark gloom of a shady crypt
A reworking of a Gothic script
Upon the lawns where prams roll
A tall tale or two while we stroll
And by the cannons a dramatic pause
To spark a volley of applause
I'd let my mind wander free
In a citadel full of poesy

Mind games
In hidden lanes
To trip you up
And spells on knolls
Wishing ink wells
And wooden walls
A train of thought
To bridge the gap
Between fantasy
And prose's precise map
Engineered to fit the bill
While perched on a favourite windowsill
A bird's eye view to another town
And all along and down
These streets
I'd let my mind wander free
In a citadel full of poesy

But most of all, what I'd like to see
Is poetry recited under trees















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