binidj | Pottery

In response to a request from

smokingboot (I'm not sure who this person actually is in RL mind you) there now follows a poem wot I rote. This was inspired by a production of EM Forsters A Room With A View that I was involved with and the countryside that I have lived in all my life and which forms a large part of the setting for the book. I don't really have a style of poetry per se, but this is one of my favourites.

Anyone who actually has a fondness for poetry will probably loathe it.

Mr Beebe's Ode
(with apologies to EM Forster)

The terrors of the night have pow'r
To fright the very young
And tho' we now are grown in years
The fear seems just as strong

Still when we lie alone in bed
And dread of death draws near
The oak and pinewoods round about
Bring promise of good cheer

Then call the oak and call the pine
And call the oak again
And so walk unafraid amidst
The corridor of rain

Beneath the em'rald canopy
Of Albion's velvet crown
What paths unguessed or pools unknown
May hide below the down?

And what sure-footed forest beast
Within those eaves may dwell
Whose stealthy motions pass unseen
Through glen and shaded dell?

Then call the elm and call the birch
And call the elm again
And walk within the shadows of
The corridor of rain

And when with fearless steps you've trod
The halls of mighty oak
And when with stealthy gaze you've seen
The shyest forest folk

And when with golden woodland boys
You've bathed in forest pools
And turned your back against the life
Of other urban fools