I didn’t know I would love poetry,
I didn’t mean to write poetry and
I didn’t mean to fall in love with
Words and their worth I didn’t know I loved Coleridge;
I thought it was an road off Wordsworth Avenue,
by Shelley Crescent
By St Josephs Church of Penarth.
I didn’t know about Xanadu Or Khubla Khan
but I did know about two tribes going to war
I did know about Frankie going to Hollywood
I knew about God and Satan, Yin and Yang, Love and Fear, War and Peace
I knew about New Jerusalem and what
Is Real: The promise of peace in that heavenly
Dome of pleasure of Positive Love Contained in a garden, in a Kingdom;
What I did not know was they all Spoke the same language.
By Francess 2015