I have this piece of special verse;
it’s pure, profound and yet serene.
It scans and rhymes, a little terse,
but with a meaning clear and lean.
I love this piece of special verse;
I feel it here, close to my heart.
I nurture it, I am its nurse;
as guardian, I play my part.
I say this piece of special verse,
from very start and go right through
and should I then forget, I curse
and curse again. That’s what I do.
You want to hear this special verse,
or wonder where it can be read?
I fear the news is bad, or worse.
I keep it here – inside my head!
For Russell's "Poetry about Poetry" Competition. 11th January 2013.