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Cheshire Poet Laureate
This is how it will be
You will open your eyes
in the morning, and the world
will run to you in its best suit.
Trees will make shadow-plays
with their fingers. Creatures
will call out their names.
You will open your ears to music
no-one has heard before, voices of those
you love and those who love you,
the highest note and the deep note
which is only a stirring in the earth. You will
open your mouth, and the things you say
will be old words in new shapes.
Your stories will weave all the threads
into one cloth. You will open
your hand, scatter bread for birds,
give to those who have nothing to give.
Your hand will take hold of another hand
and walk into a new world,
which is your world, and our world, and we
will be behind you. |