Andrew Motion

An ode to the Poet Laureate.


Beside my bed lies Andrew Motion
Underneath the baby lotion.
I reach to him for consolation
Taking joy from his narration


When sleep eludes and dreams won't come
I turn to him when I am numb.
His soothing words are such a potion.
Beside my bed lies Andrew Motion.



Joy Leggett © 2000
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This page was last updated on 25.05.07 to include the subtitle "an ode to the Poet Laureate' and accomodate layout changes.

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