Like a student at the feet of his master, on Friday I had the immense privilege of meeting my literary hero, Michael Morpurgo. Listening to him read my story was an honour I will never forget. The evening was rounded off with an excellent concert of songs mixed with a compelling reading of Michael Morpurgo’s ‘The Best Christmas in the World’ in aid of his charity, Farms for City Children. My thanks go to the Make a Wish Foundation for arranging the meeting.
Below is a copy of my latest poem, inspired by ‘Coming Home’ by…Michael Morpurgo!
Go my soul and go my eyes,
Onwards, onwards through fateful times,
Lift me, lift me home.
I must travel on.
Beckoning, calling, summoning, coaxing,
Drawing me homewards.
Travelling time on the wings of hope.
Fly my soul. Fly.
Anticipate home, yearn only for home,
Traversing on, voyaging on, journeying on.
Soar my soul, soar,
Steady my eyes. Steer steady.
Alone with Him in my heart,
Over the youngest years, through the sleeplessness,
She, my soul-mate joins me.
Together, our souls glide on.
Eyes sickening, body weakening, lungs dying,
Be strong my soul.
Falling, failing, fading…
Eyes glimpsing home.
Safe, warm, free, secure,
Eyes discerning, eyes burning,
Dragged back, hauled back.
Soul’s suffocating silence.
Eyes searching onwards, upwards,
…I look out and see,
Eyes discerning, fingers pointing, letters spelling,
Break free my soul,
Onwards, eyes dancing soul’s beat,
Dance on my eyes.
Beat on my soul.
Home is calling, beckoning,
Soul’s yearning home.