Bill Mitton Poems
Voices On The Edge Of The World (In Honour Of My Fellow Poets)
It is how we are and who we are
that we live out here on the edge
the ragged rim of the world
It’s the nature of our vice
This dark self imposed isolation
Yet the paradox in it shines bright
As the isolation bears heavy
upon our pale and brittle skin
for unless we share our souls
there is but dust in what we do
Each staking a separate claim
along the river of the golden muse
and each naked in hand and heart
bares the working of a soul
tasting the ice in the edges isolation
yet from each site along the rim
the voices of comfort ...
The Jouney Of The Magi
I have long know of their journey
learned at my mothers knee.
How the Magi travelled long and hard
To the land of Galilee
I never questioned why they went
on this journey so profound.
for I knew too of the Christ Child
who beneath a star they found.
Gold and Myrrh and Frankincense