Published on 12, July, 2020
This is a thread that has come out of a discussion between myself and Steven.
We have had 2 other shared threads that have come about in this way: Paranormal and Creative.
Please share your poetry, either something you have written, or one that you like/has meaning to you.
Prose is welcome too.
Here's my contribution from Yeats for starters:
He wishes for the Cloths of Heaven: Yeats
Had I the heavens’ embroidered cloths, Enwrought with golden and silver light, The blue and the dim and the dark cloths Of night and light and the half-light, I would spread the cloths under your feet: But I, being poor, have only my dreams; I have spread my dreams under your feet; Tread softly because you tread on my dreams.
I'm reading a novel that is a fictionalised life of the poet Charles Causley (Patrick Gale: Mother's Boy).
The main character seems autistic to me.
I think this poem of CC's is beautiful:
Eden Rock
They are waiting for me somewhere beyond Eden Rock: My father, twenty-five, in the same suit Of Genuine Irish Tweed, his terrier Jack Still two years old and trembling at his feet. My mother, twenty-three, in a sprigged dress Drawn at the waist, ribbon in her straw hat, Has spread the stiff white cloth over the grass. Her hair, the colour of wheat, takes on the light. She pours tea from a Thermos, the milk straight From an old H.P. Sauce bottle, a screw Of paper for a cork; slowly sets out The same three plates, the tin cups painted blue. The sky whitens as if lit by three suns. My mother shades her eyes and looks my way Over the drifted stream. My father spins A stone along the water. Leisurely, They beckon to me from the other bank. I hear them call, 'See where the stream-path is! Crossing is not as hard as you might think.' I had not thought that it would be like this.
This is my favourite poem.