Perfect Place
Inspired by Taylor Swift's 'The Lakes'
Out there, in the great wide world.
There is a perfect place.
Or maybe more than one.
Where all the poets went to die.
A place where the sunlight is golden.
Where the winds are a gentle kiss.
Wasps never buzz by.
Bees are fat and slow as they fly.
Maybe a place where I,
Along with you,
Can finally find the time that Bilbo sought.
A place to rest and finish my book.
Without the pain that life has wrought.
Take me to that place,
The one way out there,
Where the mountains are grown tall from the tiniest stones.
Take me to the lakeshore,
Where all the poets went to die,
Where the winds rustle the golden leaves on their trees.
Take me to the coast,
To watch the waves as they crash,
To hear the gulls weep over the setting of the sun.
Out there,
In the Great Wide Word,
There is a perfect place.
Or maybe more than one.
A place where all the poets went to die.
A place where the night is cool,
While the day is warm.
A place where the wind is gentle as a forgotten kiss.
A place where the sky is clear,
While the clouds linger just out of sight.
Take me to that place,
The one way out there.
Where all the poets went to die.
Where we all belong under the perfect sky.
Out there, in the great wide world.
Take me to that perfect place.
Where my weary head can finally lie.
In the place where the poets went to die.
About the Creator
Alexander McEvoy
Writing has been a hobby of mine for years, so I'm just thrilled to be here! As for me, I love writing, dogs, and travel (only 1 continent left! Australia-.-)
"The man of many series" - Donna Fox
I hope you enjoy my madness
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I listened to the song before reading and I love this duet you've created. It's intertwining the original lyrics in with new ones and wow, Alex, you're a poet. I know you don't consider yourself one but you are. This reads so differently than your prose, it carries the weight that good poetry must. And using inspirational works like songs is the perfect way to find that voice. I must commend you on this one. It's gorgeous and I want to go where you were imagining this place to be. "Take me to that place, The one way out there, Where the mountains are grown tall from the tiniest stones. Take me to the lakeshore, Where all the poets went to die, Where the winds rustle the golden leaves on their trees."
I'm unaware of Taylor Swift's music but this poem was a good read. I enjoyed the vastness of it!
I'm a hugeeeee Swiftie and I loveeeeee The Lakes! Your poem was so hauntingly beautiful and I loved the repetition! Well done!
This is so calming. I loved reading it. It flows so well. It's really masterfully written.
Sounds incredibly peaceful. Not ironic that I was just almost in tears to my husband last night telling him I just needed a quiet place to think for even an hour lol. This place sounds ideal for that.
This is beautiful 😍
I really loved the sense of calm you evoke with this poem. It implies poets are all a little rattled and hurt, just needing a place to rest. Great job!