Distance Never Lies! Poem by David Lewis Paget

Distance Never Lies!



The cottage in the country
Had become my main retreat,
From the chaos of the city,
From its never ending beat,
From the traffic and the steeples
Of the people and their cares,
I could leave it all behind me
When I went to ground out there.

It was just an hour's driving
Through some shady country lanes,
Round the far side of a mountain
And by cultivated plains,
Until sheltered in a valley
I could spy our cottage roof,
And my tension would release me
When arriving there, with Ruth.

There was little of the comfort
That we take for granted there,
Just a worn old wooden table
And for each, a shaky chair,
With an ancient cast iron heater
And a kettle on the hob,
We had the whole world beaten,
It was like a gift from God.

At dusk we'd wander hand in hand
Out past the Pepper trees,
When the heat of day was cooling
With a gentle valley breeze,
But lately I had sensed out there
That something must be wrong,
I couldn't quite get over it,
The feeling was so strong.

I waited ‘til the morning, then
I paced the ground outside,
I hadn't been mistaken, though
My memory had lied,
I thought there'd been just sixteen paces,
So I told myself,
From cottage to the Pepper tree,
But now, there was but twelve.

I hesitated speaking out,
Then mentioned it to Ruth,
We've always been wide open
And there's nothing like the truth.
She came and paced it out with me,
I think she thought I lied,
Then went back in the cottage and
She sat right down, and cried.

We spent a pensive week out there
And noticed how the floor
Pushed up in different places where
It raised, and jammed the door,
And cracks were re-appearing where
I'd fixed them long ago,
The cottage walls were leaning
And I said, ‘I told you so! '

We paced each day the garden from
The cottage to the trees,
The changes were so slight we prayed
And Ruth would mutter, ‘Please! '
But one day when we paced it from
The Peppers to the den,
‘It's not twelve paces anymore, '
I said, ‘It's only ten! '

‘So what's the explanation, John? '
Ruth said, before we left,
I didn't have the answers, I
Was feeling so bereft.
‘There's something scientific
Going on, beyond our ken,
The world has started shrinking,
And it has to do with men, '

‘Perhaps the outward motion of
Our growing Universe,
Has stopped at last, and now the thing
Is moving in reverse! '
I only know our one retreat
Has shrunk to half its size,
The trees are at our old front door,
And distance never lies!

29 September 2014

Sunday, September 28, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: horror
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Gajanan Mishra 28 September 2014

our growing universe, I like it, thanks.

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David Lewis Paget

David Lewis Paget

Nottingham, England/live in Australia
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