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
