Monday, March 31, 2014

A POETRY READING

I have been asked to do a poetry reading  

I asked on what date 

She said on national poetry day

I bowed my head in gratitude

For this was something I never knew


To think in all my years of scribbling

When I wrote October is Golden

that this is what it meant!

And not the tumbling bronze leaves

nor the demise of a dear friend.


Where shall I start 

chronologically perhaps

At the beginning

When in my head two part lines tumbled

On searching they were never found



"through green swards we walked..

..lovers in a dew scented forest"



Timid,afraid of plagiarism

They were never used

Not even now not owned by me

Nor cannot be

Even though they echo in my head


Perhaps some literary buff

an academic of renown

Will quote from a long forgotten

little known dusty historic ode

To bring me down and into shame.


[to be on October 2nd 2014]


©MRL 31-03-14