ALCOVES OF MY MIND
Somewhere deep within the alcoves of my mind,
Many hidden treasured thoughts I may hope to find,
Things past and present and ideas of things to come,
Fantasy and fiction of battles bravely lost and also won.
What alcove shall I open and let the thoughts flow free?
One about fairy folks that as a child I hoped to often see.
Always kind and beautiful the defenders of the right,
But not as lovely as elves with their eyes forever bright.
Or an alcove marked ‘Adventure’, off to some wild place,
Being a trail blazer, seeking new places of beauty and grace,
Or riding the seven seas, in a three master feeling the spray,
Watching the flying fish jump as you go on your merry way.
What the alcove of the future, the great pure cities that I see,
Where there is no pain and hunger every heart pure as can be,
All working well together, no fighting or hate anywhere found,
That alcove one day I’ll explore to the full as I’m heaven bound.
The alcoves are many each one a place of refuge and safety for me,
I hope I live long enough to empty each alcove, set all thoughts free,
Sometimes I may need a reminder to search each alcove right through,
So if you need a poem please ask and I’ll open an alcove for you.
(Millicent) Ann Margetson 23 April 2005