Holy Wood by Francess Smith

Holy Wood

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

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