A Play On Word Roots
Poem By Paul Brookes
rude riddled routes, bumpy blind allys
deep dirt tracks, dusty dark paths.
leafy arched roads untaken or taken.
some dead ends stonewalled endings,
others lead to who knows where, that's the adventure,
to slip down spiral staircases that only the brave will follow.
the yellow brick road starts where it finishes
Ariadne threads issues from dark tunnels
that emerge in to sunlit uplands
or maybe to Hades in a float of souls.
wispy and ineffectual no cum sum laude.
so follow and see where they go
the only thing to regret is never to have travelled.
make new roads untrodden and see where they lead,
sometimes a blind alleys what we need.