‘So, Did you find the new play inspiring Jim?’

‘No, I found it expiring rather than inspiring, I’m afraid’


I have found my inspiration

I am looking under the ocean

And I am finding a respite

from the never ending light

And the train that is approaching

Seems to be encroaching on my skills

like the sea around Britain – further inland it goes.

I have found in her a salve for the unjust progression of time

Somewhere to rest my head and to breathe freely.

For a time spent reading what I might have written

had my path through life been different, if I had called

at different stations. Maybe I would still be waiting.

Perhaps we would have met at

a Virgo’s Dance and talked and drank without moving.

But in a dance we now are, me with her book and her with her writing schedule

that with a glance swift  I did look, perchance to meet the authorly gaze of

the one of which I speak.

Now revived from a slumber deep

I have much to do and upon much I have relied so the

new will not be too hard to exorcise. My eyes!, my eyes!, my eyes!

Do not deceive me as page after page come before them

fresh to devour or skim over or to revise wisdom old

and new in a mental franchise.

Published by Andrew Mark Watkins

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