Bill Mitton Poems
|81.||Your Children Are Always Your Children||7/16/2007|
|82.||A Man Of Two Islands||1/4/2006|
|83.||To Slay The Dragon||1/2/2006|
|84.||The Pigeon Man||1/9/2006|
|85.||The Box From The Attic||1/9/2006|
|86.||And So The Women Wept||1/4/2006|
|87.||Voices On The Edge Of The World (In Honour Of My Fellow Poets)||1/4/2006|
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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 ...
To Slay The Dragon
Throw off the soft cheeks of childhood
But not the joy nor laughter.
Let not the dragon's roar
stop your eyes and ears.
All that was fresh and wonderful, still is.
Keep them near, against the cold times
Hold to your dreams, no matter
who or what, do storm against them.