Narnia's Cottage by Diana Safina ©️
My elfily ears listen intently
Gratitude and honour to the nothingness
Bar the rustle of uniformic leaves
Peppered carefree on their branches, tho soldier like in strength.
The familiar chalky abode in sight
Its stubbornness of resistance...I adore!
Of penchant refusal to conform
From historic Emerald's clasp.
A distinctive aroma of turf, a respect of its tradition clings
Whilst embracing my presence with its tenderness
A deep sense of peace enthralls me.
Amongst the whitewash...a peppering of pots contrast
An aliveness it deserves, joined with charismatic allure
No need for romantic illusions of more
Instead a sunamic wave of peace comes drench me needfully.
My escape from the menargerie of life's bumps and trials
Unaware and oblivious of the blindspots ahead
I cocoon my introvert self in its bosom
Of simplicity and undemandic solitary peace.
Filled with literature and books a many
A fastened heartbeat of enticement beckons
A poet's paradise, authors and playwrites
Adorn on shelves of historic thoughts.
Modernisation has no welcome mat here
Nor technology , nor demands
A compulsory slowness, a personal necessity
Is its only request it seems.
I wish to tell you more of my love
Of the hidden clovered Narnia cottage
Though the ink of my poetic quill
Does no rightly justice in its endeavour.
Come walk the path of slowened pace
Observe the heart's rhythm as it calms
Relish in the old flames of history
Come...sit with me at the "fi-er"