Poetry Blogs (pheasant)
« Aw diddums! ‘as Bo Jo tekken away thi whips?
Tha’d best get thi guns eawt then, on’ t’ shootin’ sticks.
Lookin’ on t’ breight side…a well - flogged peasant,
Just ain’t got the texture on’ ne’er tastes uz pleasant,
Uz pulled leaded pheasant…avec jus de pissed-on chips! »
Thursday 5th September 2019 12:18 pm
Below the incurious sheep on the hill
that stare at me as they endlessly chew
The sun is warm and I perch on a stone to watch quietly
As it is reflected off the surface of the lake:
the part not covered with pond weed
where flies dip and buzz
dragonflies and damselflies dart
Tuesday 4th September 2018 2:46 pm