The Back of the Wardrobe - poem

 

Lawrence Hall

Mhall46184@aol.com

Dispatches for the Colonial Office

 

The Back of the Wardrobe

 

If you invite me to your house one day

And if in a spare room you have a wardrobe

Then will you let me open it? I pray

And reach far in, and touch and tap and probe

 

Old coats, old shoes, old dreams, your MeeMaw’s old hats

Someone’s uniform from a long-ago war

Boxes of Christmas ornaments stacked on some mats

Some surprisingly cold mothballs rolling on the floor

 

Because your wardrobe might be an Advent itself

With Narnia on the other side

More Real and More Beautiful - poem

 

Lawrence Hall

Mhall46184@aol.com 

https://hellopoetry.com/lawrence-hall/

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More Real and More Beautiful

 

“This is still Narnia, and more real and more beautiful than the Narnia down below, just as it was more real and more beautiful than the Narnia outside the stable door!”

 

-Lucy in C. S. Lewis’ The Last Battle

 

More of the old family land is to be sold off

Forests of my childhood and happy fields

Where breezes still ripple the summer grass

Soon to be beaten and carved as lots and plots

 

The bales of hay, each barefoot day – all lost

And down the hill where runs a magic rill

My Sherwood Forest will be cleared of good trees

Its dreaming paths overlaid with sewers and streets

 

And along the fence little tufts of grass

Where all those noble dogs of long ago lie buried

My companions in all adventures

Awaiting my whistle to roam with me again

 

Well, I will pack them and all my childhood up -

And someday pour them from a golden Cup