WORD SHARING!

WORD SHARING!

5.6.13

AT ANCHOR


































Birds hurl themselves at the leaping Tyne;
I catch them through the evening window.
It is cold for the time. 
My throat is stuffy with poems left unsaid.
Weary troubadour I am, 
swimming with visions of ancient European tours.
Now I have landed, with my seagull wings, in Haydon Bridge
to honour a famous son.
I am lodged in the Anchor Hotel,
another lonely night of a whirlwind life:
lorries howl around me
and I can hear a village trembling
in the blinding dark.
Restlessly at anchor,
I cannot sleep for the ghost of John Martin
lighting up my room
with dynamic visions
and the thunderous clatter of his wild dreams.
Stuck in the rut of my own poetry,
I force myself to sleep,
bobbing by the river,
under the fantastic sky.
The community lights shine on my imagination,
and the screams of swifts
make a life worthwhile.



Keith Armstrong,
Haydon Bridge,
Northumberland.




John Martin (1789-1854). Historical Painter. Born Haydon Bridge, Northumberland 1789. Died Isle of Man 1854.

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