Too tightly write, my guilt I’m told –
though formal style scribes fault am told –
bewilderment, compression caused,
with strict economy of words,
and rhythm clipping excess terms,
impressionism as required,
fresh minted coins in my realm,
new sterling currency proposed.
Doggerel rhymes I keep at bay,
as limericks, despite the laughs;
density not to cause offence,
despite response, you’ll think me thick;
like parable, told not to see –
a retrospect on harvest, weak,
this story form to puzzle ears,
invite revisit, questioning.
My task, not passing wisdom’s gems,
some bauble hanging neck with string,
but search the facets under glass,
learn how stone cut, the carat strength
and move beyond the glitter stage.
I hope to leave print eroteme –
that I progress if look it up,
a worthwhile way, life’s teaching root.
Stephen Kingsnorth (Cambridge M.A., English & Religious Studies), retired to Wales from ministry in the Methodist Church, has had over 180 pieces published by on-line poetry sites, including Poetry Potion, printed journals and anthologies. https://poetrykingsnorth.wordpress.com/