Conversing with Blake

It is a known fact
that as he stood admiring
a fine skyline of the city of London,
in all its breathtaking splendour,
Blake conversed with the sun
from atop Primrose Hill.

Content I would have been,
if he'd sat with me, upon this bench
hewn out of a fallen tree,
strategically placed to appreciate
the quiet slopes of our valley.

Sweeping from feet to depths below
while the glow of sol burnishes
where meadow hay once danced.
Now cut back, rolled, perfectly baled
to bake in warm sunlight.

Like ink blots on yellowed parchment,
crows in random rows,
in their black coats and tails
pause in golden stubble,
resembling musical notes
on a composer's manuscript.

I am singing, I am singing.

Reviews

[Betty Hermelee]

I wish he could have stood with me….atop….and the the loveliest images begin to appear before our eyes, the hills, valleys, farms, the crows all dressed in their black suits “ resembling musical notes”… on and on with magical imagery… so we’ll done Chris.
Best,
B.

[Chris Shaw]

Thank you Betty for visiting this old poem out for an airing. You are appreciated.

Chris

[Betty Hermelee]

My pleasure Chris😊

[John Alexander McFadyen]

A wonderfully crafted piece of descriptive poetry that shows nature and the tie between the writer and those who may have influence upon their journey. Lovely!

[Chris Shaw]

Pleased you enjoyed this one John. Many thanks for your continued support.

Cbris

[Jesse Judge]

This poem is breathtaking from the imagery to the emotion. As a reader you are left with a lingering sensation which is due to your eloquent expression. Every word links together mellifluously and together with the images that they provide this poem becomes beautiful.

[Chris Shaw]

Dear Jesse Judge. Welcome to my page with many thanks for your very generous review. Good to meet you.

Chris