Welcome to the home of the poetry of Jamie Godsafe.
If you're really interested you can view a few select cuts from my poetic ramblings:
Mmmm, it fills my boots
With a springiness
Not found
On any other land.
Mmmm, it fills my eyes
With a longing
To remain
In this fine, flatland.
Mmmm, it fills my heart
With a pride
Illicit
In this corrected time.
Hmm, I have to move on
With a heaviness
I've found
In every other place.
Hmm, I have to despise
With a spite
Necessary
To close my mind.
Hmm, I have to start
To forget
The rush
Of Norse tide in my breast.
Oh, rare as you are,
I'm leaving
Norfolk
For a closed-in space.
Oh, beauty you are,
I'm dreaming,
Norfolk
Of some yesteryear.
Oh, stay as you are,
This place,
In time,
Waiting for the end.
This poem is one of several produced as a 'contest' between myself and one of my colleagues, Andy Barham. We challenged each other to produce a poem (within our spare time of that particular working day) based on a title plucked at random from a book. The winner was judged by our wives doing a "blind-reading".
The title of this poem was selected from "East Anglia" by Peter Sager.
See Andy's rival poem.