Some poems arise from the imagination, an idea, a line, an image that quickly writes itself. Other poems have a basis in fact and the ensuing poem may be an amalgam of many actual experiences. This poem is what it seems, a description of an event.
WALKING SPELL
I am carrying you into your dreams
this is my walking spell
whose power lies in repetition
I walk the same circuit
of the forty two steps
again and again around this room
And as we move all I ask of you
is to close those heavy lidded eyes
then you will cross the border
Don’t worry the whole wide world
will still be here when you awaken
I have not altered it much since the first draft. The focus has been on making it flow. Though it is still very early days, I think it is heading in the right direction.
Brooke Sharkey has a new single out. Frequent readers of this blog will know that I have supported Brooke over the years. It's good to hear her music once more. You can link to her website here.
Until next time.
