Given a passport to write. Poetry from the pen of

~The Poet’s Poet~

I’m watching you the word from afar came through

Like a hand lifted by a distant friend

Ink made its blot upon a virgin page.

He was mesmerised, feeling the cold

Breeze in from the sea, he put the squeeze on the pen

Squared his shoulders, lit his readied pipe

Realised instantly as the poets eyes peered through a smoke haze

This was never going to be an antiseptic landscape

The Man Shed walls were not going to close in on him

This team of man and pen, the perfect crutch for each other

Were not going to give a lunchtime lecture

Rather they were in a roundabout way

In this museum of words where no boundaries existed

Creating a poetic landscape to be viewed near and far.

© Chris Black. March 2019

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