The Ways of a Poem...(to poets the wide world over)

Your British eyes smile, blue

Across the sea

Poems scale mile-barriers

Effortlessly

I hear your whisper

From the turquoise south

Your poem melts like summer

In December's mouth

Even in the dark

Thought cannot lose its way

Poems drifts like a spark

To ports far, far away

Ah, Spanish matador

Red capes cannot shield

The thrust of a poem

In its passion revealed

Muse, like tumbleweed

North, south, east or west

Roams ‘cross the prairie-land

Climbs Mount Everest

She traverses oceans

Dallies from the moon

While dangling a poem

From the tip of her swoon

There is no rampart

A poem cannot climb

Such is the wonder

Of rhythm and rhyme

British eyes smile, blue

Like coming home

Thought shapes her beauty

Into a poem

© Janet Martin