Poetry, not prose, Monsieur Jourdain! Still heard?

Still heard?   

Well, yes, I think we are, and by saying ‘we’

I add my name to the list,

Uninvited,

Though the tacit welcome is there for all,

The sword in the stone,

‘Just take a piece of paper and a pen!’

“The unacknowledged legislators of the world”

That’s pushing it a wee bit far,

Don’t you think?

Better to be one of those

Who keep “children from play and old men from the chimney corner”.

A trickle still flows

In the dried-up river bed.

Even in these arid times

Of deafening rock full blast

And 15-minute celebrities.

And if it is enjoyed,

Its voice is always heard.