In that time between night and morning,
As I lay drowsing in my bed,
Tired and desperately needing sleep,
I wrote a poem in my head.
I remember how that poem flowed.
It glowed with meaning and emotion,
A vast ocean of midnight words.
Like migrating birds they wheeled
And soared within my mind.
I shaped, reshaped and refined
Until the final line was written
In naught but ink of thought.
Finally, sleep then overtook.
When I awoke that masterpiece had fled.
I stared sadly at the empty book
Always kept beside my bed.
© Susan E. Birch
Excerpt from the book Ancient Whispers
About the Author
When Susan was eleven years old a teacher, knowing her love of Literature and History, gave her a copy of The Complete Works of Shakespeare and a poetry anthology both of which changed her life. When she opened the book of poetry it naturally fell open at a page on which was a poem called ‘The Cloths of Heaven’ by W.B. Yeats. She read it and was stunned as it was the first time words had actually drawn a picture in her mind. Later, reading the book of Shakespeare, she found Sonnet 18’ and found the answer to why poets wrote poetry. From then on she was an avid reader of poetry and fell in love with the classical poets.
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