Published in Scheherazade, Cambridge Literary Magazine


There is a world inside my head

There is a world inside my head
Where no-one goes but I:
An island world surrounded by
Blue sea and bluer sky.

On gorse-grown slopes the rocks are white
As moonlight all the day,
And in the night the shadows
Cannot take their warmth away.

Great leafy trees hang over streams
That through green gullies run,
And these are cool as wind
Because they never see the sun.

Here is no plant without a flower,
No bird without a song;
The cuckoo calls and bees hum
All the year and all day long.

In quiet moments I can dip
My feet into those streams,
Or plunge my naked self
Into the blue sea of my dreams.
Published in Scheherazade, Cambridge Literary Magazine