A Clairvoyant. Poem by Michael Walker

A Clairvoyant.

Rating: 4.5

I can see your boarding house now,
A spacious, two-storied bungalow
That overlooked the blue-water harbour.
Your rambling house had good prospects.

There were boarders, like me, coming and going:
Some were short-term: some were long-term.
I had a bedroom with a viewupstairs:
We dined and watched television downstairs.

It was a case of upstairs, downstairs.
You believed in me as a man, a student:
You listened when I found study difficult,
You insisted that I finish the course.

Thanks partly to you, I did graduate then,
With a degree that opened doors in teaching;
Doors that would otherwise have been closed.
But there was more to you than that...

For you were a spiritualist, a medium:
You were in touch with the other side.
You spoke of the light or dark aura I had.
An aura of happiness: an aura of dejection.

You advised me to trust intuition,
Which has served me well in many a crisis.
You predicted that I would live a long life;
You were an angel and I know your spirit lives.

-20 May,2016.

This woman was my landlady when I was a student. I boarded with her family for a year. After I left the boarding house, I did not see her again. She was from London.
Terry Craddock 25 June 2016

'You spoke of the light or dark aura I had. An aura of happiness: an aura of depression... You were an angel and I know your spirit lives.' my favourite lines, perhaps an artists curse, if we had the knowledge wisdom of decades of experience then since gained, we could have dived into the depths of the moment, nice contrasts, I enjoyed this

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Michael Walker 08 March 2017

I appreciate your thoughtful, insightful comment. Thanks.

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Michael Walker 10 March 2017

'Aura is not an easy word or concept to pin down. However, I do accept that people have an aura about them, especially outstanding men or women. Especially in extreme moods. I know she saw my aura.

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nick kerr kerr 25 January 2023

very bad

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Michael Walker 21 October 2020

A very thoughtful comment. Thanks Lee.

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Lee Boueri 17 October 2020

A thoughtful reminder of the fact that our lives are not a culmination of a series of events, but a product of the people we encounter as a result

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William Walker 02 March 2020

Really enjoy this one

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Michael Walker 21 October 2020

This is a pleasant surprise for me, that you have tracked down this particular poem, not a new one.

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Bri Edwards 09 January 2020

this is an insightful & delightful glimpse of your past, obviously an important part of it. thanks for sharing. it has reminded me of two 'elderly' (the age i am NOW) women who were landladies in different houses i lived in, one before i married & the other after my 1st marriage fell apart. Both were 'characters', friendly, and, at times, good company. but they did not have 'the gift' that i know of. bri :) :)

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Michael Walker 13 January 2020

Thanks for looking at a memory poem, which I wrote some years ago. As a student, I lived in quite a few boarding houses. This person is the landlady I remember.

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