Poem -
Ode to Oxford
Of where the bells toll and the eloquent scholars write,
Of where poets meet on a wilde, wet, autumn night.
I followed in the footsteps up a creaking wooden stair,
Of those who had gone before me at The Bird and The Bear.
Voices of sweet angels echoed through cloisters of marble,
Protected from above by hideous Stoney-faced gargoyle.
Little Alice fell faint on a hot and humid, summer day;
She met a White rabbit, that was always late, he would say.
A place full of fantasy, full of wonder, stories and dreams,
Where, wordsmiths found whim flowing in rivers and streams.
Stones seep with profound beauty, bridges sigh with de-light,
Of where the bells toll and the eloquent scholars write.
Like 6 Pin it 1
Support CosmoFunnel.com
You can help support the upkeep of CosmoFunnel.com via PayPal.
Comments
Hey CARON!!...... cool write...... you should read my write called "The Bod At Oxford"..... think you'll appreciate it!!....... Are you at Oxford?....... this was a pleasant read my friend .....I get the feeling there is much more to you than meets the eye!!.....ALL STARS!!....... well done sweet poetess!!...... LOVE and ROCKETS!!.......T xo.Β ?
Hi Tony, thank you for the gorgeous comments! I spent the weekend in Oxford and as you can see, it inspired me to write. I have just read your poem "The Bod at Oxford', it is beautiful - you most ardently brought the sculpture to life! Best Wishes Caron xxΒ
Wowsers Caron a brilliant write. Merry Christmas and a happy new year
XX Lisa
Thank you Lisa! A very very merry Christmas and happy new year to you too! Caron xx
Hi Β Caron A lovely piece I`ve always Β wanted to go toΒ
Oxford, IΒ used to watch Inspector Morse Β now LewisΒ
which is set in Oxford It looked Β lovely interesting place
Your poem portrays it well with beautiful phrasingΒ
as alwaysΒ
A great writeΒ
Best wishes Debs xx
Aw thank you Debs! Ah you must go to Oxford, it is well worth the trip if you can. It is everything you imagine and more! Best wishes Caron xx