Artitus and I, To Canada – Poem

As you who follow this blog you know I’ve been away in Canada these past six weeks. It’s been quite the adventure, and I learnt a lot about where I was, what we did, and the usual discovering yourself thing (only by keeping a journal and reflecting – nothing farfetched). I did keep my writing up during this time though mainly focused on a journal (as mentioned) and planning my first “novel?”.

To keep things short and sweet, I’m back and here is a poem I wrote on the flight over. There’s more to come in the weeks ahead.

It’s good to be back!

Artitus and I, To Canada

Our mum’d be proud of mash-clouds
Hung on mobiles tied to blue,
Which shade the ships and each mound
Of land ‘neath our spreading view.

Altitude-chocolate gone,
Artitus takes up the pen
Records journeys out of home
And she makes her notes of when.

Our mum’d be proud of her two
Taking off across the sea,
Knowing fears affect on you –
Ne’er mind what it does to me!

Artitus jots down her hues;
On adventure now begun
Above mountains she’ll now use
To fuel her creative sun.

Our mum’d be proud to show
To the thousandth passerby,
“Look at Artitus’ bliss,
Them holding hands, makes me cry!”

Been a journey all to here:
Greenland, Calgary, land sore.
Now counting nears our first year
Pray we seek to take in more.

Please give feedback on any of my work, no matter what your thoughts. I’m a growing writer and must learn!


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