At the Poetik Bazar

From Rue Royale it isn’t far

To Brussels Poetik Bazar

Where editors (most francophones),

Offer a wide range of tomes…

 

On one stand lay some Tarot cards

With little rhymes by local bards;

I chatted with a Québecoise

En français - that is what one does!

 

Slim volumes spread out on display

From poets foreign-born – hooray!

These mostly in the Gallic tongue;

Skilled adaptations every one!

 

 It’s no small thing to translate rhyme

As puns and idioms take time;

Rhythm often must be kerbed

In the search for the right word!

 

Imaginative, creative flow!

Where thoughts may mingle and then go

In other forms across the seas;

Could it be I’m one of these?

(c) Poet in the woods 2026

At the Halles de Schaerbeek 22 Rue Royale Sainte Marie

The Strasbourg Parley

The E.U.’s outreach goes beyond

Its borders - to the Nouveau Monde;

Will special status be assigned

To Canada ? This blows my mind !

 

Our kaleidoscope of States

Works in union through debates;

Smart politics and trade deals flow,

Laid down by those-in-the-know !

 

Today, it seems we’ve upped the stakes

With Maple Leaf and those Great Lakes;

In Strasbourg, Carney* will discuss

The advantages for all of us.

 

Our leading lady**, Ixelles born,

Envisages a bright new dawn;

If assistant-membership is tried

We’ll have the brown bear on our side !

(c) Poet in the woods 2026

* Mark Carney - P.M. of Canada

** Ursula von der Leyen (President of the European Commission)

The Strasbourg Parliament building

The Crux of the Matter

The season turns, but heat stays high!

Lacy-pink clouds delight the sky;

Crinkling underfoot - crisp leaves

Whisked up gently in the breeze…

 

Warm autumn is my favourite time

Where russet palettes royally shine

Above the paths in my beechwood;

Such Baroque artistry is good!

 

But news and media harp on fears;

Think budgets sadly in arrears,

Upset trade, wars of all kinds …

No wonder joie de vivre declines.

 

This isn’t how things ought to be;

A walk in Nature is still free!

Get a grip – switch off your phone

Make magic moments all your own!

 

This hectic malaise is a crime …

Our wounded souls crave more ‘me-time’;

Hence, friends-who-care come top-of-list:

Tea and chats – next thing to bliss! 

(c) Poet in the woods 2026

At the House of European History

In leafy glade by duck-filled pool

A Museum!* Once smart dental school;

In imposing, Nineteen-Thirties chic …

Here Europe’s stories thrive and kick!

 

You reach it up a cobbled way

(Though lunchtime joggers barred my way);

What a fascinating peep inside:

Strong social themes sharp-cut and dried!

 

It’s vast - with stairs and corridors;

Fun facts await us on all floors:

We played a Generation Game;

Opinions voiced showed pride and pain…

 

Each culture validates its view:

Background and era weigh in too;

Our prisms form the way we think:

Our humanity the link...

 

In a select group, with a friend

For lunchtime tour; a happy blend

Of old and young and in-between;

In short, our European dream!

(c) Poet in the woods 2026

* at 135 Rue Belliard in Parc Léopold - built 1934-5

Wardrobe Worries?

Should we to memories kow-tow?

Pre-loved clothes are clutter now…

Gifts from friends no use somehow

It all piles up;

Keep for a rainy day? No good!

Clothes, too tight to wear, we should

Donate to friends - because they would

With ease close up!

 

We’re richer than we used to be;

But buying garments seems to me

A weak excuse for shopping spree …

Do we need more?

Yet “Make and Mend” is so old hat;

Sew on a button? Who does that?

We just go out and buy more tat

Stop!  Less is more …

 

Wardrobes bursting at the seams;

What to wear?  The stuff of dreams

A daily tough decision means

We’re never sure;

Have we forgotten to take stock

Who remembers what they’ve got?

Must we always go and shop?

Caveat emptor!

(c) Poet in the woods 2026

Internet photo - not my wardrobe!

Our-Lady-of-the-Heavens Chapel

Nothing ever stays the same;

Our modest chapel down the lane

In sprucewood artfully designed,

Has for the Faithful served its time.

 

“Our-Lady-of-the-Heavens”* lies

In Boitsfort - by a gentle rise;

Nearby, the ‘All Saints stream’ ** would flow;

In green valley - lost below…

 

Its congregation is no more;

Since Fifty-Six, they formed a core

Of locals – many now demised;

It ended up desacralized***.

 

Its fragile status made it dire;

In Seventy-Six, it lost its spire;

No more the heart of village buzz

It lost its purpose, as time does!

 

Now, workmen occupy the site;

An upper floor will soon delight

A group of special people who

Are looking for Day Centre new!

 

A pilot scheme**** which may surprise;

The Commune backs this enterprise;

Far cry perhaps from sacred heart;

But twenty souls have brand-new start!

(c) Poet in the woods 2026

* La Chapelle de Notre-Dame, Reine des Cieux

*** in 2023

****An initiative of the ATIPI asbl (Atelier Inclusif Pilote)

** Heiligenborre 14-16

Taking a Moment ...

We cannot always shout “Hooray!”

As niggles creep in, ruin our day;

Something wrongly put away

And we are lost!

Too busy, we forgot to phone;

A wealth of chores await - we groan!

We can’t do everything alone…

We count the cost…

 

Something breaks, can’t be replaced;

We’re pulled up short by rancid taste

Of expired food in fridge – more waste;

Bad start to day …

We fail to run, so miss our bus;

That trusty trowel shows signs of rust;

Daily pressures mount on us

Nerves start to fray…

 

Then one glance reveals warm sun

Plants seem so joyful, every one;

September’s pageant has begun

And I’m alive!

How is it with you all - out there?

Please make time to stop and stare

A moment’s respite, free-from-care

Helps us survive!

(c) Poet in the woods 2026