Read Time, Word Loving ~ And the Narnia Chronicles . . .

Read Time, Word Loving ~ And the Narnia Chronicles . . .

A Poem by Foxemerald
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A serene time in the bath with my pile of books turns rather sordid . . . well, I won't go on to tell you what I mean, but let you read it.

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Read Time, Word Loving ~

And the Narnia Chronicles . . .

 

 

(1)

Quite time with me,

My books you know,

They called-

Whispering through gales of cruel winds,

Sweeping through a ravenous,

Storm,

That blows,

Furiously blows

Until the proper moment,

When I rest,

Here,

In my warm tub of mirth,

Wishing for the best,

Wishing for some better object,

Than my own hair,

Which I brush behind my shoulders slowly,

In a deep reflection sitting,

Beneath the gently revolving,

Stream,

Of torrid eddies,

That seem to speak

Only to me,

My arm extends,

Towards,

A lovely book on the toilet,

And I begin reading,

The Chronicles of Narnia.

 

(2)

Sitting- within the tub,

Here they rest, here they-

Rest gently, quietly loving,

My shoulders-

For the words are all cascading

Like tiny lovers,

And still I cannot,

Seem to find my,

Heartfelt passion churning my breast-

Because I-

Can no longer seem to read the,

Chronicles of Narnia flowers,

Perfect places and people blossoms,

In the days of yore,

For something,

Has struck my chord more severely,

Than the tempestuous heartfelt diction,

How strange it is to think,

That one tiny bauble of a small rose,

Still huddling around itself,

Could create this sensation-

After reading about that,

Lovely twist in the book

Which I myself created in my,

Imagination,

I was thrown asunder,

And the prowess of words,

Threatened to love me so much,

That,

I could no longer read.

 

 

(3)

This is my third poem based on my session,

Torrid session that it has been,

For The Chronicles of Narnia have left me forever,

Beneath the ticking of my own inner self-

Rather this poem should be-

Rooted in my imagination,

For,

The Chronicles of Narnia,

Have caused me to use my poetic license,

So that,

My cat Jasper,

Seems to think my wholly insane,

And I am having a love affair-

With my voice!

© 2013 Foxemerald


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