A middling pudding on the table
flies hover in the livery stable
Mud-covered boots ascend to garrets
frowzy days London inherits
Dickensian scenes to rive your heart
by urchins, street vendors torn apart
Yankees delight in their ‘good old days’
Englishmen sniff the rot of decay
Categories:
garrets, analogy, dark, england, history,
Form: Couplet
We shall have to eat potatoes with our meagre humble pie
Sit chilly in our garrets writing verse until we die
Sacrifice our sanity, relationships, and health
Forego all thoughts of kudos, recognition, comfort, wealth
To draw the light from darkness, and to write upon the page
Words of painful beauty, words of love, and myth, and rage
To be alchemical, polemical; be vulnerable, be bold
Make magic from mundanity, and turn the dross to gold
To be poor, but to be Poets, who shall ever blessed be
For we possess potatoes and the power of poetry
© Gail Foster 2016
Categories:
garrets, poets, poverty, power, psychological,
Form: Rhyme