Nothing (a poem)

Rachel, 2012 – inspired by William, 1598

I never thought this would go anywhere

But you never know, it might

We have always had that tension

That chemistry, a meeting of wits

Oh yes, I know you of old.

As wrote a wise Midlands man long ago,

All hearts in love use their own tongues

And our tongues are sharpened each time we speak

So that nigh every word stabs

I wonder, have I wounded you?

Sometimes you pierce a chink and I flinch back

Yet I know you are a good man secretly, and you mean nothing

It’s just your way

For thou and I are too wise to woo peaceably

But then that night

when we met at the church and dined together

You seemed to let your guard down an inch or two

I glimpsed the true depth of your heart

and something of God shone through.

Your passions, frustration,

ignited the flames I’d been quashing:

embers blazed, stirred once more.

But you did not press me

(though, a gentleman, showed me back.)

You are a logical enigma

Old and young at once, somehow

Half the jester, half the sage

Good yet bad, bad – in a good way?

Oh, I know your mind is too fine for me

Yet your words so eloquent and clear

Fail to articulate your heart

And as I stare into your deep brown eyes

All I want to do is to wrap my arms around you

And tell the angst-scarred heart inside

that I know, I know how you feel

The world cannot make us whole.

I imagine our paths will cross once again

The world is too small for us not to

At least in the circles we live and move in

But I will see you in a different light

You’re a knight in disguise, but I’ll know

As for how (or not) you regard me…

Who knows? Man is a giddy thing, and that is my conclusion.

 

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Broth of Heaven

An ode to soup, to the tune of Cwm Rhondda

When I need a bowl of something healthy

then I make a vat of soup.

Chopping carrots and an onion

Letting scattered thoughts regroup

Amber nectar

Health protector

with some buttered tiger bread

with some buttered tiger bread.

~

Open now the pack of herby goodness

when the verdant leaf comes from.

Full of fibre, manganese and iron

blended up to sup upon.

Coriander!

Coriander!

I will never tire of thee

I will never tire of thee.