Creation's Home

Inspiration visits in the night...

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This is a loose sonnet about where I think my inspiration comes from. The environment around me, the natural beauty, the history associated with the land. It seems inspiration flies form the beaches to my mind at night, mingling with my dreams and bringing me ideas each next waking day. I hope you like this one! Consider subscribing if you do. Does inspiration visit you in a similar manner?

So down the ancient wooden steps do I descend

To winter’s golden shores, at southern England’s end.

I marvel as the chalk and sandstone cliffs diverge,

And heaven’s pearly mountains’ gleaming crests emerge

Out from the dusk’s horizon with its blazing eye

Contrasting with the boundless blue of sea and sky.

The sunset shimmers shards of red upon the foam

Precessing, dancing – orange sweet like honeycomb.

Is this the place to which my dreams escape at night?

Is this the realm from which my mind carves image bright?

No wonder from my hands does spring the artist’s stroke,

No wonder does the poesy flow, as rainfall soaks.

And now I know creation lives not within me;

But in my night’s repose it visits from the sea.