The Inner Sanctum

 

My inner sanctum 

a cavern secreted

from the glare of this

mortal coil

undisturbed, inviolate

where creativity and thought

hibernate happily to bring

peace to the enquiring and

troubled mind

A den exorcised of temporal

intrusions where orchestras

play concertos and symphonies

of constant delight to lure 

the soul and seduce the spirit

A cave of refuge to foster

renewal and spur the heart

 

Into this haven the

cables and ether do 

invade with messages

and news of calamities

Hurricanes reek destruction

landslides engulf thousands

refugees are massacered

corruption weaves its 

corrosive hand whilst 

there is talk of war

Dictators assault their people

with chemical weapons

Beauty is besmirched 

by sordid ugliness

It churns about in

my head where

sirens scream

 

I hold fast to the

kitchen sink, my being

trembling with fear

I look out into the

garden where a robin

hops about in search

of food as a neighbour

walks by pushing her

bicycle and hear the distant

hum of a lawn mower

restores my equilibrium

 

I return to my sanctum

soothed and calm

A favourite composer is

celebrated in the opening

bars of a symphony borne

of heaven´s bliss, my soul is

lifted, my spirit is free

to be quietly alone with me