Poem: "Vujà dé"

Vujà dé


I led you down to a
Small pub that I know
By the sea,

But when we got there
It felt like my first stare, for
I was staring, with new gazes, all around

And though I am certain that here I have trodden
My feet felt these grounds like the touch of a virgin,
New routes were watered, and thus newly sodden
With new thoughts conceived within this new emerging,

I have absolutely no memory of this place!
Although I know that I have been here before.


© Jules Willocks