The Quiet Place

Muse’s resident poet, , sings his Swan Song

Image: Harriet Cheshire

Image: Harriet Cheshire

Even in a stultifying cage
A fool stumbles out as a fearless sage
One day spouting wisdom. His greatest truth
Is washed away upon Fair-Water’s youth.

Reflected one night from the concrete prison
Was a vast, voluminous, uninvited vision!
Though most nights, sadly, were whiled away
Among the tedious bloom of May.

Chase your soul astray. One day, though, be silent.
Rejoice in the unfulfilled dreams of Derwent
For, amongst the suffocating rain,
Is silence’s agonising strain.

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