LABYRINTHS

 

The mind is full of them of course

the passageways of thought which

brought us to this conversation - I

have shuttered now my receiver on

the phone, having spoken at length

to my grandaughter for our catch up

conversation - about the Inns of Court

 

and grand Metropolis - where on the

foggier nights, wraiths go drifting by,

bringing those yesterdays into presence

of the mind, and poets like John Dunne

who breathed the City air - yet still now

moulders in Cathedral grounds - amid those

hectic streets and scurrying pedestrians

 

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Philipos

Sun 29th Nov 2020 21:24


Aw bless Keith - kind comments indeed - thanks a lot, and also for the likes to yourself, Paul Sayer, and Stephen Atkinson.

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keith jeffries

Sun 29th Nov 2020 20:05

Philipos,

this poem had me standing in a London street at this time of year, cold and in a mood of remembrance. Almost as if I were walking on history which lay beneath my feet. A poem which captures the time of year, even more so in the light of the pandemic and people's nostalgia.

Thank you for this

Keith

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