Poem: Boom and bust by Steven Hodgson
Published Date:
09 October 2008
Poets' Corner in Saturday's ET is one of our most popular features. To celebrate National Poetry day, here's a selection of some of the great poems we are sent every week:
Boom and bust
But, in diminished suns our land bleeds raw
A crimson rug unknown before
This year. The leaves are redder still
As Winter idles whisper chill
Oh Rain must weep that Summers gone
And dark days ahead shall draw on long.
When strong summers past,
When all was young,
When reeds blew softly, golden winds;
In golden suns
And new born lambs bleating shrill -
Were warning of the coming Chill.
Oh! the foolish hopes of lavish larks in morn!
Who lived each day eternal spring.
Now, hidden deep in cankered trees
As crisping leaves and foaming seas
Choke back the airs of banking sleaze.
Renewed now is a wise old fiend
An ancient melancholic Age,
A deciduous cycle
Awake from decades slumber –
No more evergreens
No flowing streams
No end in sight
But, one rust old Autumnal Blight
The lambs were right after all . . .
Steven Hodgson
The full article contains 186 words and appears in Peterborough ET newspaper.
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Last Updated:
09 October 2008 10:21 AM
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Source:
Peterborough ET
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Location:
Peterborough
