I hope you’ve had a good week. It’s now time for my guest post. If you’d like to feature as a guest on my blog, please get in touch. I’m looking for stories and non-fiction pieces of up to 1500 words and poems of up to 40 lines. If you can also send me a photo and a little bit about yourself too, that would be great. Please send them to estherchilton@gmail.com
Last week, my guest writer was Eric Clarke, with his poem England – Isolated Views. To read it, click here. And here’s another one from him for you to enjoy:
A Take On Poetry
By
Eric Clarke
Beaconsfield to Marylebone
Maidenhead to Paddington
Windsor to Waterloo
lines in, and out again
Exeter from all begun
Devon left, half century on
River Thames meandering
fields beside, counties bridged
Buckinghamshire, Berkshire views
English ways, getting there
London, underground, overground
buses, walking, taxi hailed
Platformed faces, street eyes, busy
the suit, the dress, jeans, short skirts
all shapes, legs that go on, and on
a smile, few since the Olympics, wrong
seats offered, asked if okay, hand held
strangers, friends, would be lovers, strays
Wake, early morning, kettle on, need tea
still dark, recalled, sub-conscious scenes
write, behind the eyes to laptop screen
edit, rarely, as is, simple, concise, rhythmic
interpretation, your mind, what you see
life, relationships, imagined, real
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Thank you once more, Esther – I’ve missed travelling in and out of London and the inspiration it brings!
Reblogged this on EDC Writing – Believing Sight Unseen and commented:
For a second week, Esther Chilton has kindly had me as a quest on her blog – this poem (quite long for me) sums up where my short poems come from…
Hi Esther–I received your request for access to my blog, and accepted you, so you should now be able to read my posts. Not sure what the glitch was previously…Blessings to you 🙂 ❤
PS: and you can ignore my earlier comment regarding your email address, since things should work now! 🙂
Nice post, Eric. Familiar names to some, not all to me, but I like the picture your words paint. Lots of going to and fro.
Thanks for your comment, Marsha.