Do Not Dismiss Poem by Andy Brookes

My heart lies deep within the Romantic's sphere
old fashion in each creaky line, I fear, they smell archaic here
the well formed line, the lyric prose of heart and soul and mind
that wander bouncing cross the hill, odours of peat and heather
that fall audacious like waterfalls, or savage like the howling wind
beating at the doors of heaven or hell

Shelly, Keats and Bronte all my beats inhabit, deep within a leaping spirit riddled in my blood, though this my not be a la mode.
short maybe sweet but leaves a saccharine aftertaste, a thirst unquenched for more.
and I would rather drink the lees than be a follower of fashion.
so give me romance and May girdled fields or daffodils and heather
while upon the moors hand in hand I wander with each fella.