Imagine a world that
Could have been
A little more rural
Of forest and green
Steam is the power
Coal is still king
And they rely a lot
On the clockwrk spring.
A much slower world
As Shires pull loads
Along its network of
Near empty roads.
Canals are still busy
Towpaths are still clear
Though it’s more likely
Steam barges will appear..
Eyes closed to imagine
Let your brain give birth
To that concept of
My alternative Earth.
If you are now ready
To accept that scene
Then I’ll tell you my stories
Of what might have been.
Categories:
towpaths, fantasy, imagination,
Form: Rhyme
The old rails for the old carts.
The soot stains on the old timbers.
The old smoke of the steam train
In the cold air a lost smell still lingers
The old chuggs of the old barge.
The towpaths with the hoof marks.
The stone bridge lit by the moons arc
The old man with his old pipe listens to the skylarks as the daylight dwindles.
The old pride of a smart tie with a straight back and a warm pint in the free time.
The old eyes over an old smile still twinkle.
The old prides of the old ways. The past times of the old days. The lost laughs from the old mates. The shoe shine next to the fireplace.
The long line through your life’s scape connects you back to the old ways and a lost time where simple things did joy make, in the world of your memories.
Categories:
towpaths, age, appreciation, beautiful, memory,
Form: Free verse
SCENES OF A CARELESS BOYHOOD
The sound of water,escaping dams
willows,old rotten planks,slimy
posts,brickwork,old timber props
wet ditches,sedges and silvery nets
towpaths without gates,horses that
tow barges collared with crimson fringe.
Wheat and thatched cottages and cornstacks
grasses in flower,bogrush bulrush and
teazle,so tall.Bindweed,wild carrot,
hemlock in bloom,cow parsley,plantain
bramble in June.
Poppy,thistle mallow
and hop.Purple heath,hills and swift
running streams,true clear freah and
brisk as champagne about to pop.
phrasis form ( From Constable letters to Rev John Fisher)
*A Phrasis is a structured verse where the poet uses selected prose phrases of another writer’s(not a poet) to compile unique poetry therefrom as a tribute thereto,the word phrasis is Greek for phrase.
Listen to me read this phrasis of mine on youtube under the name ichthys
Categories:
towpaths, art, poetry, writing,
Form: Verse