Paradise, a poem about Torbay by William Oxley was displayed in centre of Paignton during Summer 2009. The juxtaposition of the words with the empty shop created a poignant window display.
William is a regular visitor, reader and supporter of POETSfriday.
PARADISE
To climb a rust-barred gate
From a meadow of pure green,
To enter an enchanting wood
Alone and unseen,
With low flaming bluebells
Smouldering in shadows
Of tall crusty trees –
Their rich dry smells –
To see shafts of gold sliding,
Green-edged through leaves –
­Sharp the summer bird’s calling
In knitted knotted branches –
And to follow a bracken path
To a cove of lighted waves –
This is paradise.