House on Henley Street
By Jack Horne
Remembering a visit to Shakespeare's 'Birthplace'
I closed my eyes and wished him there.
My fingers traced the bricks and slate,
Exploring textures rough and smooth:
The wooden beams, the open grate.
I stepped on creaking floors he’d walked,
And climbed the narrow flight of stairs.
I stopped by windows where he’d stood,
And patted tables, beds and chairs.
The building held his tears and joys.
He seemed so close I hoped we’d meet.
I felt him etched upon the place:
He’d loved the house on Henley Street.
From the editor--It a pleasure to announce that Jack Horne is May’s Poet of the Month. His is a talented writer and the author of two books. Readers at Whispers enjoy his poetry. He has been consistent in encouraging me and others since the onset of the site in January 2013. Jack has collaborated with several other writers in a variety of poems that have been featured at Whispers. He has promoted our online journal bringing new writers to our poetry community. It is a privilege to present Jack with this honor.
Thoughts on “House on Henley Street”--I first read this poem when Jack submitted it for a book called Snippets that I was compiling. Of course, I accepted it! Through his eyes, we get to experience Shakespeare’s birthplace with him. It almost has a haunting feel as Jack awakens part of artistic history for us. He uses multi-sense images taking readers on the journey through the halls walked by a literary icon. He captures so much in just twelve lines, one of his best poems.
Congratulations and thank you Jack! I appreciate all you do and have done for Whispers.
Karen O’Leary, Editor