The poet will put on his coat made of all his poems ...

I've just put down The Quickening Maze - 

I think of the poet waking before dawn in High Beach Asylum - 

The gypsies are still sleeping under the unfettered trees - 

Soon the doctor will stroke his shining beard - 

Leaves will quiver in the new made sunlight - 

The poet will put on his coat made of all his poems - 

Before him lies his journey on darkening roads - 

Each loved face will be strange - 

Each longed for voice unheard - 

17.25

Wednesday 15 February 2017

The Old School House

East Stoke

Dorset