The Poetess

A roamer of the mind, the minstrel kind,

I ne’er will gather moss, nor webs nor dust.

Yet gather I your quests for verse and bind

them to my catalogue with love and lust.

‘Tis with heartfelt joy and gladness to know

I see the pages flicked so randomly,

Be it wild passion, humour, friendship, foe

or be it lullaby or fantasy.

If of sentimental mood or sorrow,

I offer you sweet tears to soothe the eye

and proffer such advice for you to borrow

till sadness be removed and peaceful lie.

Softly breezes, desserts or raging seas,

the poet’s song always aims to please.

Reviews

[Carlos Lorenzo Estrada]

Thank you Pauline for sharing this wonderful piece of poetry. I really enjoyed reading these words. They give a very dreamlike quality to the process of our work as writers. Weaver of dreams and singers of verse, to capture these words we use to converse. Thank you for sharing your art.

[Pauline]

Many thanks Carlos for your comments to this piece. It was written some time ago but because I like it, I thought I would give it an airing.
Pauline.