My Inspirer – J.k.r

My Inspirer   J.k.r ode

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I used to run far from reading,
School didn’t dispel that feeling.
Until your words worked open that door
Hogwarts, I could never have explored.

Your words were already read by them all
I was curious but careless most of all.
But the line, “the cupboard under the stairs”
And with young Harry in it, I came to care.

Your words magnetically pulled me in
With your spells so wonderfully foreign.
My mind, like Dobby, was your willing slave
To venture on this tale of true brave.

You built the castle firmly in my head
My favourite friend was the Ron I read.
The moving stairs, the flying car and broom
Transported me without floo from my room

The werewolves, goblins and elves I read
Were as fantastic as the beasts Hagrid bred.
Gringotts, Hogsmeade and knockturn alley
Are still all the places that I most fancy.

Your fiction was reasoned and so sound
The magic rested in my heart’s ground.
The truth that was spoke by the magic wrote
Dumbledore or Severus are worthy to quote.

I learned lessons that matter from your lore
I read and wrote with an honest core.
But values of friendship, love, and sacrifice
Were never before so beautifully premised.

Thank you for creating my favourite place
So close to reach within my heart’s space.
A creation more flawless could never be
But for J.K.Rowling, your beautiful galaxy.

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A law student by day and an amateur writer a bit later in the day. Disclaimer : I am not particularly scholarly to be considered a poet. My poems are mostly still in the TRY part of poetry. And with that sad observation I hope to post and improve my writing. Why I do it: Sometimes I find the soothing rhythm of poetry somewhat simplifies a complexity and is the perfect way to unwind and undo those knots. So as long as my head gets knotty, my refuge will lie in poetry.
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