Reading for Members Thoughts
For Poetry Day Thursday 8th October 2015
The York Beggar
The Vale of York lay shadowed in its own mist as we left the train
Passing through fields and villages in sunshine a mere hour from home
A day out to see the ceramics to inspire and give confidence
First to coffee passing by piazza express to find a local café
Only four seatings coloured cakes made with toppings of care and swirl
One type coffee just fine deep tasteful and warming
Laughing and chatting we sat our fill another cup why not
Down the street to cross for the park sunshine shining through
He smiled at me lighting tired face not reaching blue eyes
On his head might once have been hair cut fair spiky modern
Mum or Dad at a time gave clothes fashionable now looking for soap
Each beggar as all hunched from human threats hoping for kindness
Leaning to side personal possessions tumbled inside grey plastic heap
Each sees him but walks bye not thinking of hunger or thirst
Some should care all should care never far from such disaster
Smile he smiled at me guilt never ending passing always here
I OPENED A BOOK
I opened a book and in I strode
Now nobody can find me.
I've left my chair, my house, my road,
My town , my world behind me.
I'm wearing the cloak, I've slipped on the ring,
I've swallowed the magic potion
I've fought with a dragon, dined with a king,
And dived in a bottomless ocean.
I opened a book and made some friends.
I shared their tears and laughter
And followed their road with it's bumps and bends
to the happily ever after.
I finished my book and out I come.
The cloak can no longer hide me.
My chair and my house are just the same
But I have a book inside me.
Barbara Fiddy 1/10/14
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