The enchantment of my days

The enchantment of my days 

I’ll raise a glass for poetry

shake a tambourine in praise

for the lift it gives my spirit

the enhancing of my days 

For the words arrayed so beautifully 

for euphony and sound 

for the rhythm and the rhyming 

that will make my pulses pound

I’ll rejoice in all the magic

conjured by the poet’s art 

in the verse that triggers laughter 

or knocks sadly at my heart 

In the memories of moments 

buried deep but only sleeping 

childhood hours in search of sticklebacks 

the shock of froglets leaping 

So if I wake despondent 

ravelled cares sleep failed to smooth

I’ll reach for bedside treasury 

and the laureate who soothes 

Or I’ll plunge into some Elliot 

Little Gidding, coffee spoons 

where I’m groping towards meaning 

diving deep and reading runes 

Yes I’ll sing a song for poetry

riff on saxophone in praise 

for the life-affirming loveliness 

the enchantment of my days 

2nd June 2020 Hounoux