Saturday, 22 October 2011

The Poetry of Margery Clute (8)

Bluebells

If I could but sail the bluebell sea
And ride the myriad tinkling waves
'Twould be the acme of this world's delight!
Unsullied blue, untainted by the factory smoke,
Blue as the sky that first succumbs to city belch,
A letter, writ upon the forest floor
For all to read who dare! Could I but sing
The song that's written there – sweeter still than poetry:
A Holy Writ that fades with the shortening of the days.
I must content myself to walk among
It's mute, mysterious words that touch
The very essence of my Being.

Margery Clute (1824-76)


If you missed the first installment, which provided some background information regarding Margery Clute's poetry, you can read it here.

5 comments:

The Solitary Walker said...

This is so affecting I'm quite speechless for once.

AquaMarina said...

she seems to be improving.....

tony said...

Clear Skies = Clear Words + Thought.Smoke+Darkness BeGone!

Rachel Fenton said...

Crikey - is this our Marge?
Wow. Put her heart in this one, didn't she. Like the clashing registers for this one. It works well.

Dominic Rivron said...

Thanks for these comments, everybody.

Yes, this is certainly one of her better efforts.