Monday, 11 May 2015

Man Cave

Hello Again, 
My second poem of the day. Dedicated to a good man and friend. 
Let me know what you think?!



Man Cave

When they look in your studio what do they see?
A man cave, a haven, a male sanctuary?

Beyond the words, the pranks and that green
Dwells his complexity that few will have seen

Of mammoth intellect, learned out of pain
In passion within him held by tight reigns

A man grown of life lessons, hurts and joy
Rooted foundations from a once wild boy

Deep in his man cave where no one can spy
That cave like a shell he shoulders so high

He screams, he laughs, he shouts and he plays
Here he is safe with the leeches a bay

Caverns like this aren't structures man made
They’re held buried with us to contain all the rage 

So deep in his man cave his dulcet tones ring
This man of men and the guidance he brings 



By Helen Stallard
May 11, 2015






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