Poem 793 – Wanted

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Wanted. A renegade poem on the run.
Evading capture and identification,
it slips through my fingers whenever I
reach out to grasp it. Tantalisingly close,
its form remains disguised, its words elusive.
I chase it down abandoned stanzas, past
forgotten metaphors. In dreams I glimpse
it but on waking it remains obscured,
lost in half formed kaleidoscopic snatches,
seen only on the periphery of thought.

I had no idea what to write about today, and so that is what I wrote about.
(15.02.26)

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Poem 792 – Docklands

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The monuments of modernity stand upon
her ancient paths, a maze of old and new.
We walk its ways and marvel at a myriad
of serendipitous finds and juxtaposition.
Amongst its mighty towers lurk the docks
of yesteryear, those ghostly shades that haunt
the shadows of today. Lost sailors swearing
mingle with the traffic and creaking masts
join with her driverless trains and thronging shops.
Overhead the timeless seagulls call.

We returned to Canary Wharf today for a lovely Valentine’s lunch and wander around the Docklands Museum.
(14.02.26)

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Poem 790 – En Route

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Gridlocked motorways
Stormy weather past Stonehenge
Winding country lanes

Praying the roads are clear
Dodging pot holes and branches
Don’t make me reverse!

Battery running low
Hoping that the charger works…
Big sighs of relief!

Helping lead a retreat for the Sierra Leone Mission today meant a long and early motorway drive to just beyond Exeter.
(12.02.26)

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Poem 788 – Don’t Steal Away the Magic

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Don’t take away the lure
of hidden woodland trails;
the wonder of a mystery
and striving for the grail.
Don’t steal away the magic.

Come let us wrestle monsters
with unpronounceable names.
and write our very own fables
in our own peculiar way.
Don’t steal away the magic.

Just sad or glad? You’re mad!
Please don’t confine our diction.
Throw out restraint, be free
with extravagant description.
Don’t steal away the magic.

Come, why restrict us to
perfectly formed cats and ham,
when instead we could have pizza
and misspelt dragon flan?
Don’t steal away the magic.

When words are an invitation,
a doorway to adventure,
who would decline the offer
and toss away invention?
Don’t steal away the magic.

Written in response to discussions with a teacher today.
(10.02.26)

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Poem 787 – This Magic Place

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An annual act of anticipation,
Selecting dates for Shakespeare’s stage,
That wooden Globe in which the world,
Is magically made in marvelous ways.

The scent of sawdust tickles my senses,
The sound of sonnets, rousing song,
Hushed silence for soliloquies,
The prayers of people pulled along.

Each night it never fails to win,
Its wistful ways, this wondrous O,
And later on its legacy lingers,
This glistening gold whose tendrils glow.

We’ve been selecting dates for the Globe’s summer season ahead of it going on public sale tomorrow. A favourite place.
(09.02.26)

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Poem 786 – Mother Lee

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A chameleon, Mother Lee
changes colour with her mood.
Today she’s brown, a muddy flow
under the empty trees and rain.
She’s heavy, sluggish as if her handbrake’s
on. Tomorrow, she’ll be dark
with anger, a sullen scowling black
or maybe light and lively, green
with life, and hopeful expectation.

It never ceases to amaze me how the same stretch of river can look completely different on different days.
(08.02.26)

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