“Some saw only a pauper/ But I beheld a king”
The following poem by Paul is short and touching, and it reminds me of how powerful simplicity can be in poetry. He tells a story in three verses which your imagination automatically fleshes out with faces, gestures and expressions, a setting…
I imagined an old European city, maybe a particularly narrow street paved in stones, where the characters meet.
Love poems are not my forte, but because of this poem, Riches, I would like to create a love story in poetry some day.