Don’t You Just Love Maps

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Aromas of Siberian sealskin left him reminiscing
He consulted his map to nowhere, to see 
If he could find where he wasn’t going
The page presented itself as a falsehood of Oxford
And further described English suburban apartheid 
				                        In Maidenhead
Complete with the clangs of articulated lorries

Birds no longer took centre stage, letting waves
                                     Embellish their paradise
Boundaries were fluid, he just could not find them
In his pantheon, he kept his Medieval Mappa Mundi
Did all his exercise, trying to define his outline
Now you see him, now you don’t
How many times does he have to tell you? 

7 thoughts on “Don’t You Just Love Maps

    1. I only found out about them, Jeff, a few years ago at an exhibition about maps at the Bodleian Library. Times when the world was flat seemed much simpler.

  1. “He consulted his map to nowhere, to see
    If he could find where he wasn’t going”
    Deep lines that reflect a feeling of being utterly stuck. A wonderful take on maps. 🙂

    1. Thank you, Terveen. There seems to be a strange relationship between men and their maps. I’ve been fixated on them since childhood. Still don’t know how to read one properly though. 😂

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