Quillstring

Poems by Robin Mellor


 
What you should do each morning
 
Peel back the curtains from your eyes,
throw off the covers from your tongue.
Stretch your words out along the verandah
and greet the fresh morning.

Open the windows of chance.
Let the light breeze of something happening
blow through the cobweb corners of your head,
the dusty stairs of thinking.

Eat from a deep bowl of ideas for breakfast,
take a large speckled wish
with fingers of buttered dawn birdsong.

Pull a poem on to each foot, wear
a painted shirt and symphony waistcoat.
And in your shoes soled with imagination
go out and meet the day.
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