I Shall Hide Away: Sherry Healy

Me sitting, my books beside

In contemplation, I ramble to hide

There is shouting out They tell me, I know nothing about

There is life to be had There is nothing I find to be ugly or sad

Odyssey pages, I might ingest Dreams like chiming bells of my chest

There are scrambles outside my door I keep the door shut to avoid those wars

Their wars of fright are not mine I will fight mine another time

My library, art of kings and joys and lords

I filled with crackled glass scribe and harps with chords I read to keep poets joys

Cherub words to be employed

Let those ruthless roosters of unfortunate wars Remain on the other side of my concrete door

I shall hide and bide myself away

From that insidious door

I will refuse to stay

Sherry Healy©️

2023