How To Write A Poem Poem by Paul Butters

I lay in bed and ruminate some words.
Sometimes I jot them down.
Then up I get and type.
I sit alone
So still,
To concentrate.
All focus.
In a trance.

Not quite, today, for Mum is here,
On holiday: reading me the news.
I dream of soaring high
Above the ground.
Then dropping,
Swooping down
To skim along the surface of this world.
Possessed by eagle freedom.

I can go anywhere,
Any time.
Can pick and choose my planet.
My mind has Hopkins mountains,
I spot a deep crevasse.
The clouds are crawling over hilltops,
Creeping down to valley floors.
A floodplain widens,
Broken only by a snaking river.
Cascading mountain waterfalls
Have led to this meandering sheet
Of water.

Yes, my Muse, anywhere can take me,
As I said;
But with Mum reading the news out,
Not today.

Paul Butters

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