![]() Old Tales I Have TurnedA Poem by Christopher Laverty
Old tales of knights and honour I have turned:
sat at baronial tables, seen a hall - through plots I've overheard - now rise, now fall - spied cloistered sighs, felt pangs of lovers spurned; breathed thin-high epic airs - watched cities burned, while noble foes charged to the trumpet's call - yet there's a volume I most prize of all, within whose breathing leaves much more I've learned. Though when it speaks I wonder what is meant - a guileless language in its eyes I see - wherein I trace the passions' firmament; she is my class - her face is nature's key to learning other volumes but augment - she is this book - the heart's academy. © 2025 Christopher Laverty |
StatsAuthor![]() Christopher LavertyBristol, England, United KingdomAboutI am from Cornwall and now live in Bristol. I have worked as a teacher and my hobbies include reading, music, films, walking and travelling. I have been published in Reach Poetry Magazine, Runcible.. more..Writing
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