Poem Hunter
AF (1964 / Newcastle under Lyme, Staffordshire, UK)


Echoes of the defter lute
From far away
(As through
a telescope

That home
As land
Can often find
a place as soon
in mind
As hearths.

Just ever so
does music think
Each closer memory
Sung as time

And hands can hold
Whilst country lies
As far from love as
Freedom does.

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Comments (3)

Dear friend Andrew Thanks for this symbolic poem. Real art has to do with Freedom (of the soul) and Love. I touch this truth in a different way with my 'Meditating on Olympia'. I give 10 points. Bravo! ! Joseph Josephides
I enjoyed reading this poem.
Classical indeed sir. Great poem!