This morning I misread a newspaper headline which I thought read: “Queen’s coffin seen for final time after being lowered into the Royal yacht.” I had misread yacht for vault, but the thought of sailing off into the sunset was quite pleasing, and led me to writing a poem which I have called “Outside In.”
Sail away Your Majesty,
You are outside the box,
Outside of time and ticking clocks,
Outside of whirring cogs and springs
Outside of ordinary things.
Outside of space,
Outside of out,
Outside yourself, but still within.
No orb or sceptre hold you down
The universe is now your crown.
Outside of colours
Outside of sound,
And for all eternity