Poet’s footsteps
The poet’s art do I detect
To follow clues and then connect
Nose out scents, say madeleine
And smell the memory come again
To read the runes like vapour trails
Hear the secret song of whales
Watch the babe and see the man
Mine the future if you can
Search for breadcrumbs, pebbles mark
A hidden route through world gone dark
Or thread the pebbles on a chain
Spider’s web bejewelled with rain
In glass suspended rainbows dance
Weave with words the mystic trance
Love the language, make it sing
Create a necklace on a string
Pearls or teardrops let it shine
Leave it for a travellers’ sign
The poet’s footsteps careful fall
Lost world explorer for us all
The poet’s art do I detect
To follow clues and then connect
Nose out scents, say madeleine
And smell the memory come again
To read the runes like vapour trails
Hear the secret song of whales
Watch the babe and see the man
Mine the future if you can
Search for breadcrumbs, pebbles mark
A hidden route through world gone dark
Or thread the pebbles on a chain
Spider’s web bejewelled with rain
In glass suspended rainbows dance
Weave with words the mystic trance
Love the language, make it sing
Create a necklace on a string
Pearls or teardrops let it shine
Leave it for a travellers’ sign
The poet’s footsteps careful fall
Lost world explorer for us all
October 3rd 2009, Hounoux
Oh I do love this poet's manifesto! Especially the last two lines. Thank you for this, Sally!
ReplyDeleteI love that expression ' poet's manifesto' Jenny! I guess it does describe what I have written - or a job description. I was as usual exploring for myself my own ideas about poetry. Have been reading fabulous anthology lately called 'Being Alive' and this has triggered me thinking a great deal about what a poem is. Heard said recently ' Poetry is the soul of the language' and do feel there is something a bit sublime/ of the soul about poetry. Something about connections and moving between the physical and the spiritual world.
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