I just wanted to share this piece of art by one of my favourite Poets of the moment. There have been of late, and ever will be, speculation on the mind of the Poet . Most of us must at some time sense we think about and view the world differently to most people. This is beautifully illustrated with a brilliant, simple denouement.
The idea to share this came from ‘ROLAND’S RAGBAG – favourites series and ‘INSIDE THE MIND OF DavyD – poetical motivations series, both excellent resources for Poets.
The Stolen Orange
When I left I stole an orange
I kept it in my pocket
It felt like a warm planet
Everywhere I went smelt of oranges
Whenever I got into an awkward situation
I’d take out the orange and smell it
And immediately on even dead branches I saw
The lovely and fierce orange blossom
That smells so much of joy
When I went out I stole an orange
It was a safeguard against imagining
There was nothing bright or special in the world