The Scribe in the Woods of TimeA Poem by David Lewis PagetThere’s
an ancient wood where nobody goes That’s
hid in the mists of time, It
covers a hundred miles or so To
the west of the Eden line; The
passengers on the rattling train Will
pull at the blinds, and stare, But
no-one’s game to get off the train With
the howl of the wolves out there! And
the stories told of walkers, who Have
never come back to tell, Of
monstrous birds that tore at their throats, Of
blood, congealed in a well; There
are cats out there as big as goats The
snakes are draped through the trees,
And vampire bats float down in a cloud When
there’s more than a passing breeze. So
none will venture into the wood Not
now, or in times gone by, The
bones that lie in the undergrowth Are
a lesson, for you and I; But
deep within is a clearing there, A
chimney that belches smoke, A
cottage door that is left ajar, And
hung on a hook, a cloak! The
cottage has stood there undisturbed Since
sixteen hundred and nine, The
man who sits at the writing desk Is
writing outside of time, He
whips up storms in the Balkans, Conjures
Thunderheads in the States, With
every swirl of his feather quill Tornadoes
twirl, or abate. He
hasn’t the time to trim his beard It
curls right down to the floor, His
eyebrows droop down over his eyes, His
hair is a nest, for sure; Where
eaglets peck, and nip at his scalp, He
brushes the birds away, And
dips his quill in the ink he spills From
the blood of an old dismay! He
marshals armies across the seas, Prefers
to put them to flight, Their
weapons gone as a harsh moon shone, The
soldiers melt in the night; He
topples Princes, he topples Kings The
fate of their wives is worse, He
packs them off to the guillotine, But
he always does it in verse! Then
when the sun sinks under the rim Of
the world in its daily round, He
sits in the cottage, cloaked in gloom And
his face turns into a frown; Then
he lifts his eyes to the stars above Makes
one of his heartfelt pleas: ‘Allow
me to scribble ‘THE END’, my Lord!’ But
a silence rings through the trees! David
Lewis Paget © 2012 David Lewis PagetFeatured Review
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