To fill a room with poetry
It was a Rattlebag a rag-tag a mish-mash
hotch-potch kind of happening
a patchwork quilt/ a collage / piece of theatre extemporised
as we came together each with our offering
quite randomly a feast.
We mixed in memories and laughter, dark and light
plus all shades spectrum in between
from Keat’s Autumn fruitfulness to Silver magic moon
my childhood’s rich round Hampshire tones
John’s poignant Irish isle
Baudelaire and Lafontaine
those exasperated wives, long-suffering
some smut among the beauty, leavening
and what serendipity! Kathryn’s wondrous Welsh
How blessed we are you’d have to say
when days are dark and all the news unbearable
to find such friends
to fill a room with poetry, ancient and modern
some beautifully home grown; a grandson in his grief.
So all the wide world encompassed
unlooked for loveliness
our golden treasury
9th November 2023 Hounoux for Léran friends
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