Poetry Blogs (Sep 2018)
The short stories we wrote
With the best of intentions
Have restaged our ending
Intervened with the truth
We rehearsed our roles
And recounted with patience
Of my brief co-existence
Why would memory fail
Why would time have no meaning
When its healing has let me
Grow two lives into one
Our story is frail
Its last breath is beginning...
Sunday 30th September 2018 9:53 pm
Also by C Banning:(untitled) | (untitled) | (untitled) | (untitled) | (untitled) | (untitled) |
in the war against stuff
we’ve lost a lot of ground
(the poetry anthology
three boxes came yesterday
with nowhere to go
that was six square feet
excluding the cardboard
your retail therapy
has been put on hold
after six consecutive trips
to the large parcel window
the post office all...
Sunday 30th September 2018 9:01 pm
Also by Robert C Gaulke:false beginners | horror films | The next thing | Next Weekend | crossing the renovated district | blog review of "Transportation" | go hire a team of liars | The happiness of others | O, Lve | Habits Change | face of god | mouthfeel | Survival, Carolina | cheap watches | Professionals | Hiding Out | Collectors | Draw | Janell at the NYPL |
Money is a lie that the government owes you
Sit there and listen to all the bullshit that they tell you
It's a shame when the lies become the truth
So what's use the youth to get them high
Just for rich can a diet them
Into a prison that doesn't love them
We live in a government that citizens isn't loved
So blame it on the poor and the welfare checks
Then go brag about your bread but y...
Sunday 30th September 2018 8:41 pm
Also by Damon Blackery:Story Of Julian | I'm sorry, I'm trying | Crystal City Part 2 lyrics | Crystal City Part 1 lyrics | 2 Years It's Been :( | So Call It What You Want | Checkmate | Winter Wind | Margaret and Mordecai | One Lonely Snowflake | Old Man | Still Love Her | The Beginning | Group of Old Crows | Words of The Waiting Man 19 | Memento Mori | A Moment of clarity | Pink Room Lyrics | Letter To Firefly | Dear God Why? | Princess of the Fireflies | Cafe Blues And An Rainstorm From You | Melancholy Weather lyrics | Firefly | Overdose | Basement Thumping | A Letter From Sour Patch Kid | The True Life of A Poor Kid Lyrics | Homeless. Lyrics | Goodnight Firefly Never Forget That You're The Reason I'm Still Alive | Zombie | Sweet Like Vinegar | We'er Moving | Firefly// Self Harm In a Bottle of Gin |
Jeremy wins election
Sunday 30th September 2018 8:28 pm
Also by Brian Maryon:Goo goo goo gaa gaa gaa...he's a bit hairy isn't he? | Fàilte....not | TOM 6325 | Sun Lounger Trouble | Incidente al Hotel Casa del Mar | Where Is Our Dog? | Cannes? Cannot | Theresa & Michel | Talking 'bout Storms | SOAP : Corrie | Prison Protests | Dundee Culture | Can You Still Buy This? | Vain Search | The Tump | Three Magic Words | Hips Don't Lie | Onboard Computer |
The breath of a phoenix,
Grainular and coarse,
I feel the memory of sand beneath my fingers.
They watch me walk in and around that little lake,
The shadowed ends to this stick,
Creating shapes on a tree.
Marks of the dead and living,
Around the edge of the earth,
Sitting side by side.
Don’t watch me when I fell,
When I tripped during the fall,
Sunday 30th September 2018 8:14 pm
Also by Adrian Metcalf:Broken knees | The Drapes |
I thought it would be easy
I thought I could do it
Always wanted to live in the moment
But didn't realize these would end up to be so important
Never wanted to accept what the future holds
Never wanted the pages to unfold
Always wanted to go with the flow
But now I'm scared, it might lose the glow..
Sunday 30th September 2018 7:03 pm
Also by Deepika Sehwag:Fate.. |
Her name is Gizelle and it is her first day at school.
She shrieks, she screams, she doesn't want to stay.
Yesterday she was a baby girl but today she is a little schoolgirl
And she cannot handle it.
Her shrieks echo all around the room.
Her mother helpless and embarrassed, saying how much Gizelle had wanted to come to school.
I lift the little girl, her body is clammy and trembl...
Sunday 30th September 2018 6:06 pm
Also by Hannah Collins:Bowie's Back | The Free Concert | The Parc de la Villette |
Clouds drift ‘cross my eye
Sunshine lights up grey with gold
Thoughts focus on you
Sunday 30th September 2018 5:00 pm
Also by Rob J Mann:Haiku: Runners (Inspired by Jane Briganti) | Haiku: Into Autumn | Haiku: Overdue | Leaving Platform One |
The ghosts of poets
roam the streets
in venues past
they used to meet
Up went the rent
it got too steep
all venues shuttered
closed for keeps
High rise apartments
crammed the streets
and poets shuddered
All poets gone
hit alt delete
they don't belong
now closed for keeps.
Sunday 30th September 2018 4:12 pm
Also by d.knape:(untitled) | Password | Character | Hugh | Cheese & Crackers | (untitled) | Our Policy | Stray | Harvest Moons | Outside The Box | The Hunt | Is It Hot Enough For You | Divorce Proceedings | Opting Out | Chopped Steak | Making Faces | The Ant Wars | Age Unfolds | It Was At That Age | Guardhouse Man | After A Rain | Follow Me | The Percentage Of Poets | The Alternative | Drive Time | FENTANYL | Eat Off The Floor | If I Weren't Me | Lack Of Communication |
Never a Broken Spirit
This ageing frame enfolds a spirit undiminished
aching joints, the realisation of age do not vanquish my desire
My appetite, my zest for life has not lost its ardour
a creative spirit pervades my need to express
I am not resigned nor will conform to life´s limitations
my stature suffers no erosion from the elements
A glance in a mirror is a port...
Sunday 30th September 2018 2:35 pm
Also by keith jeffries:Winters Royal Trail | If Only.... | The Mundane Challenged | The Bohemian Cafe | Poverty - A Chasm too Great |
Oh you can tell from that bewildered face
he isn't happy in this place
and here come flags
and banging drums
the marching men
and single mums
He hates the men
his dads old muckers
drunken medal wearing
When poppies fall in civic halls
his thought to fucking burn them all
for all he wants is what he had
the fallen poppy
Sunday 30th September 2018 11:40 am
Also by Wolfgar:Too late the truth | Things of great importance after sudden unexpected death | Return to sender | Lonely dog | Voiding urine upon a memory | Cheer up, WTF is wrong with you? | Go West Old Men | On Lara Beach | The sober trees | Artefacts | I, Me, You and the Subject Matter | Between Seasons | Meme-land |
Sent off to school and warmly dressed,
They said they loved him but they lied.
He was first-born, but second-best;
A sister came, pushed him aside.
He tried his best, worked very hard,
They never noticed what he did;
Became reclusive, quiet, scarred,
They never sought him when he hid.
He was a sad and lonely boy,
While she had laughter in her life;
Sunday 30th September 2018 11:38 am
Also by Trevor Alexander:Pi | Banned | Hyperbole | Overweight | Seasons Haiku | Lamborghini | Silhouette |
What if I'm not good enough?
What if one day they realizes they're better then me and go to somone else.
I know its early, and I shouldnt stress over it, but anxiety is real, and sometimes you listen.
Yet when this happens you must remember, everyhing happens for a reason.
They like you. They care for you.
Focus on now, not if.
Sunday 30th September 2018 5:02 am
the scars you wear
emblazoned upon your heart
push you forward, yet drag the weight
of trouble seen
in ladybug red
galloping to freedom
storm clouds crying
on the detour around the dead
we all are drowning
even when it's dry
raging scenery dancing in the mirror
time is an illusion to no one
fractions of love
never added to much of anything...
Sunday 30th September 2018 3:36 am
Also by Prikcab:twisted lines | Locator | Alone together |
The brain has limits
but the mind is a freeway.
I need the three
like I need the tree.
There's a constant burn
inside of me.
Time is not my own
and I'm losing my soul
to this open black hole.
I carry it inside
the flame like a glow
flickers constant to and fro.
The core is black
and I long for the blue.
I don't want the mud.
I just want to be good,
to give the lov...
Saturday 29th September 2018 11:50 pm
Also by MyDystopiA:Static | Tip Tap | Between | Ayay | Fickle |
They were the deciding factor
Of a good or bad day
Of whether I was okay
If we were okay
They could change my mood
Stop me in my tracks
Jumble my mind
Blind me from the truth
I was their addict
By the end
I was weak
Stripped of all identity
And they appeared
In my dreams...
Saturday 29th September 2018 10:52 pm
Embracing my solitude
and the peace it brings
not a text
not a phone rings
it’s not so bad
having a peace of mind
a calmness overwhelms
how useful my time
it is solitude
it is solitude
i begin to feel
not a heartache
for once I feel
i am lif...
Saturday 29th September 2018 10:11 pm
Also by MsUnLuv:Unrequited Love | When My Love Died Today |
The New York Dolls with their wicked innovation
Gender on a bender, so no more hesitation.
Galileo, Newton, the republic of the mind,
Seeing is believing, so tumble into line.
One dusky-dusty-time-consuming evening long ago
The empirical method was revealed by the melting of the snow:
Time’s fatal munificence, the old ebb and flow
There's a long gestation
Saturday 29th September 2018 9:15 pm
Also by John E Marks:WE Sumerians, in Mesoptamia | Occult Fish-Rat | The Young Die Young | Winter is Coming | i.m. Pte Jack Prince | The season of the witch | JANISSARY | WHO THE HELL CAN SEE FOREVER? | The Wilderness of the human heart | CLING | Tipping Point | ONLY CONNECT | The monuments of Nineveh | Singularities | KAFIRISTAN | Strange Fruit | Yad Vashem | Tears dry on their own | Reminisce | A Withering | The Sun Brigade | The fall of Constantinople 1453 | Turbulence | Incident in late November | Angels Without Wings | A waste of time |
Love isn't easy to do
Love can be a nightmare
that follows you
throughout your life
Love can rip your heart
apart if you trust in
someone who says or
claims that they love you
when in fact they don't
or never did
Love is a tangible
lie of your life
Love can leave one down
in the dumps when
someone rips your...
Saturday 29th September 2018 4:06 pm
Scorched skies and the ground littered with
The detritus of a careless society
Broken buildings and rivers poisoned with
The sickening pollution of a thoughtless culture
The wind screaming endlessly like banshees
Howling the fall of man
Empty lives staring hopelessly at pointless
Tablets in their hands
Desperately seeking meaning to a forgotten plan
Isolationists implore from TV screens ...
Saturday 29th September 2018 11:59 am
Also by Stuart Clark:What’s The Worst That Can Happen? |
( RESULTING FROM HAVING BEEN J. COOPEY-DUPED! )
( She steps up to the mic to do another version of don't cry for me Argentina )
I cry for my old Ford Cortina
the truth is it didn't pass its 'testing'
floor too badly rusted
shock absorbers busted
I suppose it was going to happen
but now I feel strange
no longer behind...
Saturday 29th September 2018 11:00 am
Also by Rose Casserley:Jezebel | crimson inked correspondence | Dirty Doc | in favour of the flow | an aliens warning | in recognition of services to mankind | considering reincarnation | Natural bride | deadly disconnection | shuddering remembrance of the dreaded shell suit! | when insensitive dealers come to call | squares | star chaser | pleasure and pain | Santa's (zero hours) little helpers (the countdown has begun folks!) | dairy bound | oh! Mr McKenzie! | to have a loved one missing | unnatural selection | addictive returns | favourite ghost | lovelorn | colour me positive |
In the recent storms and typhoons, I heard advice from US police to people not evacuating to write theirnames on their arms as it might be the only way to identify them. This somewhat brutal advice inspiredthe following rather apocalyptic poem - if you look closely I hope you can find a message of hope!
Run for the Hills
Write your name upon your arm,
On your sleeve tattoo you...
Saturday 29th September 2018 9:27 am
Also by mike booth:Super Love? |
The clock strikes midnight,
but I don’t see it.
I am too busy inside of my own world to care.
The clock takes me all the way to around two in the morning.
But i still do not care.
The connections to the real world are
just too hard to put down.
I feel filled,
Yet still empty.
I feel joy,
but hollow sadness at the same time.
I am reflecting on the things I...
Saturday 29th September 2018 6:59 am
Also by Elle Shaine:Portrait of a Café | The Common Person’s Way of Thinking | Meditation Gardens and butterflies | The ups and downs of life | Fallen Stars | Hotel Grandeur | Bonfires (Part 2 of Wonder and Worry) | Photography | Shards | Tell me what you think | Corrections have been made | born to do something | the future is female | My hopeless love | i remember | When i fall |
I have been asked to write a poem on children. Here is my contribution.
How can I write a poem
About a naughty boy ?
When I was good, so helpful
My mother's pride and joy
It seems I have inherited
My mother's be-nice genes
Transferred them to my daughters
No naughtiness have I seen
I coasted along quite nonchalantly
Saturday 29th September 2018 6:39 am
Also by Don Matthews:Birdsofafeather : Aussie Poet (in ascendance) to UK Poet (stage of ascendance unknown) | You Will Find More In My Profile | Golliwogs Off Display | Hang On.. I Need The Loo | Is That The Problem? | West Ham Bubble and Poet Out Of His Depth | Regret | Spill-Out Blues | Where Will You Go ? | FUN BUS : UK Researchers Explain Mayhem At HQ | WOL Colosseum vs WOL Fun Bus | Frustrations | All is Vanity | WOL Poet Tops Board of Gushiness Exam | Our Call Centres in Australia are Clever | Brian Jets Off To Tomatina | Church Law vs Government Law | Three Beat Verse | The Brain and Bipolar : Raising Awareness, Removing the Stigma |
Preamble: In honour of this week's Rhymers' theme "children", here is a poem written in collaboration with my 7-year-old son.
Some people say they don’t like children
But they are wrong.
We aren’t the ones dropping the bombs.
We aren’t the ones firing the guns.
Children don’t kill other children.
The guy on the ground, he’s just doing as he’s told
The job that he’s paid f...
Saturday 29th September 2018 6:23 am
Also by Becky Who:Dog Lane | Writing in Rhyme | Love that was washed away | Not one for the guys | I hope the "sleep" function is working | Make-Up Wake-Up | Poetic Warning | Clever love |
Liebe … liebe ist ein Gefühl und Emotion, Sympathie und Begierde, es gibt sie sogar bei Tiere, ich find’s interessant zu sehen wie sich Menschen finden, die vermeintlich zusammengehören, ich habe schon viel erleben dürfen in der Liebe, es gibt kein schöneres Gefühl und dennoch verflucht man sie.
In der Neuzeit glaubt jeder alles zu wissen, insbesondere beim Online Dating und dem Posing. So Frag...
Saturday 29th September 2018 4:53 am
I am the Destructive Force
the eruption that leaves you lost
I am the bursting forth
of the trauma you buried decades ago
that brings you to your knees
I am the seemingly endless pain
that makes you wish for death
that you may never again fear it
I am Maleficent on steroids
your worst fears realised
I am the knocking down, brutally,...
Saturday 29th September 2018 1:33 am
Children can be a pleasure,
They can also be a pain;
Spare me the kids at leisure
In a train or on a plane!
They can be little angels,
Or the Devil's own sown brood;
Charming and disarming,
Or incorrigibly rude.
An old adage has just occurred
And refers to the typical brat -
Children should be seen...but not heard -
And I'll say amen to that!
Saturday 29th September 2018 1:25 am
Also by M.C. Newberry:THE SUMMER WIND | FREEDOM | NONSENSE | THE GAY DOG | CLEAN UP! | VANITY? UNFAIR! | UNTITLED | TORMENT | IN THIS WORLD | NO-BRAINER |
Economics are arithmetical facts:
and history an interpretative smear.
Some historians blend
(with aims to offend)
those texts through conjecture
the results are a spectre
of what should be made solid and clear.
Saturday 29th September 2018 12:16 am
Also by Tommy Carroll:Monsoon wind | My |
One is, bewildered, left upright under the sun
while the other, speechless, slipped faraway for shade.
Now those pretty bands making sense of this dumb rock
lead down, like steps, the one who will not leave.
One set in his ways in this age of the critic
reliving the days when poems built up in praise.
Pretty the bands of rock, pretty the rings of trees
pretty your crumbling steps, can...
Friday 28th September 2018 11:03 pm
Also by Adam Whitworth:English Madrigal | Up The Lane | My Half Of The Sonnet | The Stake To The Sunflower | Through The Willow Curtain | First Light Echoes | Authors | We May Break Even | One Autumn Twilight | The Greedy And The Hungry Went To War... | Fool's Ghazal | The New World Requires | In A Free Hour | For You To Judge | FAQ |
Raise your glasses cunning foes!
Behold your triumph and cheer!
The folk are down, who will not flee
will bend the knee in fear.
My neck is broken, wounds are sore
You’ve almost won the war!
So drink a toast and raise your glasses,
brag and mock and sneer!
At dawn when the golden hour passes,
I will still be here.
(written on October the 15th, ...
Friday 28th September 2018 8:19 pm
Also by Mae Foreman:Things that sound alike | Y | I can tolerate Death |
to golden leaves of beech
from my bed
as airdew clouds over the hedge
rise and vanish
as the eastern horizon above the valley
is lost, sunk
beneath dawndrifts of mist
not yet warmed to fade
beneath the clear blue sky;
the uncut grass of the dew-wet lawn,
cool promise as
the cusp of the...
Friday 28th September 2018 7:56 pm
Also by Chris Armstrong:#BeMoreSnail #Brighton | The wave behind the wave | Lunar | Sky | Epiphany in the Early Morning | Early Autumn Lake | The Invitation |
I was visiting Mum for a week.
Always a delight for candid chat
Over a few quiet days
And the diverse 'drop-ins'
We both enjoyed so much.
One afternoon a favourite cousin called by
For coffee and cake.
In his fifties now – a fine looking chap
With the same twisted grin
I liked so well from childhood.
After some general conversation
He set down his cup...
Friday 28th September 2018 4:25 pm
Also by Cynthia Buell Thomas:Never trust a lover who ..... | I Wonder If |
New Mills Festival
uplifting poetic voices
creative energy displayed
inspiration powers rhyme
drifting at first
then they remain.
Friday 28th September 2018 4:19 pm
Also by Nigel Astell:Insanity Comes Calling |
I still loved you but I walked away.
I know you still love me, but I'm not comming back.
You still try to reach me, I know you do.
Every text you send I read, never ending your silent plead.
I know you're hurting I'm too,
but I know I can't be with you.
You were my everything I hope you know.
now I can't give you roses of red colour.
I was hurting, my heart was bleeding,
I didn't let ...
Friday 28th September 2018 4:11 pm
Also by Dee:Shame of world | Without you | Unrequited |
The place where she can`t be happy enough
Racing like a rat to reach her destination is really tough..
This place gives her nothing but depression
Full of fake people roaming around..
Everybody is busy making an impression
And she feels like she is nowhere to be found..
She cried alone and wipe her tears in the middle of the night..
Thinking of where life has pushed her away i...
Friday 28th September 2018 4:07 pm
i dont like me anymore,
i can see how much i hurt you but i wont put my guard down,
i know i should say sorry but its your fault and im stuborn,
i know i should love you but i dont.
it used to be diffrent, i loved you when you put your phone down,
when you cared about my day,
when you told me"elise is another day tomorrow, dont cry my love",
now, you are so invested in your p...
Friday 28th September 2018 11:11 am
On the radio
‘O Rest in the Lord’
I’m thinking black suit today
the Paul Smith will do nicely.
The diet’s working
I can button the trousers
without too much gut sucking
have to buy braces
the way it’s going.
Shame about the white shirt
it went in the wash
with something red
Friday 28th September 2018 10:48 am
Also by Rick:For Debbie | That York | Something Beautiful | A View from the Bridge |
I never meant when I came here
for my feet to be set into concrete--
I hope that you will soon come to understand what that means.
I hope that you will be always aware that
when you come to what seems an end
the higher man within your heart demands you
muster whatever means of change you can
to move the world as it sits upon your shoulders
if only to find the relief of a sh...
Friday 28th September 2018 1:29 am
Also by elPintor:upon pondering some of the various conditions which might be judged as normal |
I stood and watched
As her hair did blow,
Like branches dancing
in the wind.
Her eyes left frozen
in an empty stare,
Leaked fond memories of the
love that once lived there.
No place left for her love to grow.
She stagnates, even in her dreams.
Her life stiffened,
like the roots buried deep beneath the one family tree.
The season pass.
The colours change, her hair f...
Friday 28th September 2018 12:59 am
You mentally crowd
my deepest thoughts at daylight
my wild imaginings when hours are unholy
until the daring fantasies of the night
You emotionally make
my heart throb
aching to an utmost degree
its every beat
longing for your warmth
to calm its pulsating heat
You are present
in evert corner of my mortality
You have conquered my...
Thursday 27th September 2018 11:27 pm
Also by poetic_muse:WHISPER | Bodily Notions | Confusion of Promises on a Blurry Canvas | Love's Expounded Complexities | DRUGGED | I Love Thee |
I had a dream that I could fly.
I soared up on wings made of paper
and feathers of ink,
and sky-wheeled with eagles and doves.
They saw me for a fraud
but embraced me all the same,
until I woke up,
and fell from the sky.
Thursday 27th September 2018 11:08 pm
I wasn't upset at the funeral today,
my cup already full of misery.
Death shouldn't be a matter of numbers,
but they were clocking up
in familiar places,
with unspoken duties of sadness.
The last one was different
which I couldn't attend
nursing my shocked and tender heart,
but families are full of expectation
and familiar strangers,
so this time it didn't cou...
Thursday 27th September 2018 10:15 pm
Also by ray pool:VANISHING POINT | NONDESCRIPT | THE DISAPPEARED | STATES OF MIND | FEEDING THE DUCKS | TIME CAPSULE | TRANSMOGRIFY | PLAYING THE SAXOPHONE |
Would you choose a long life
of perennial good health
and perpetual leisure,
Or one breathtakingly short,
punctuated by grief,
but drawn in the lines
of an artist?
The choice was made already,
long before you had a chance
to contemplate the possibilities.
So surrender nothing,
not even a moment
of what can be forgiven.
Thursday 27th September 2018 4:38 pm
Cross -legged he stumbled ,the sight was not nice,
Heavily drugged up with the danger drug spice,
Stumbling through the city centre mumbling to himself.
His body slowly crumbling on a death shelf.
Thumps down on a bench ,his body bent,
Transmiting through the air a terrible scent.
A young girl sat there reading a book,
"Will you marry me tomorrow?"as he gave her a look.
Thursday 27th September 2018 8:19 am
Also by hugh:Getting to the bottom of finding the lost ball | Claire's despair | Theresa May | Dead | Cancelled contract | The moody bus driver | Confessions of a husband and wife | A teacher's problems with her pupils. | Guards on a train are a must | Deal with a kiss | Minister of Affairs | Homeless | Diddle,diddle dumpling | It wasn't my dog! | Demonization,beware ! | Doing time | Release 0f a jail bird | An electric shock |
Can you Imagine what it’s like to be raped at thirteen . No one to tell . No one to believe you . No one to care how you feel . No one around to support you . Things have not changed . Peoples minds have not changed . Authorities only care when Challanged . Ush Ush don’t rock the boat . Challanged to feel no pain . Money is the root of all evils . If you can’t pay you have no say . And no one care...
Thursday 27th September 2018 6:43 am
Also by Wendy Higson:Oh dear? Oh dear? | Excuses | The UKIP Leaders Interview | Before A Storm | Where Is The Shame | Poor Donald | One Hundred Years On | How Far Can One Go | A lifetime Of Following My Instinct |
How many dark places
have I been
Has there been too many
Did I die?
My heart feels so heavy
will I let you hold it
will I let you have it
I want to
The tears choke me
they stop my breath
Did I die?
God I hope not
I want to accept
the new life
ahead of me
I want to embrace it
Thursday 27th September 2018 6:38 am
Also by lynn hahn:DOGS DAY AFTERNOON | NEGATIVE | HO-HUM | CHITTER CHATTER...SHHH | SHADES AND SHAPES | HOME | SELF PORTRAIT | SLEEPLESS IN TACOMA | SERIES OF LIFE |
I'm so sorry,
I love you so so much,
I think about you all the time,
I miss your smile,
I miss your jokes,
I miss your hugs,
I miss so much more about you than I could possibly write,
I know I messed up so many times,
I know I'm to blame,
I ask myself why your face haunts me at night,
But I know why,
I replay our memories together a lot,
When I see something tha...
Thursday 27th September 2018 4:38 am
(Inspired by a question my neice asked at a recent family barbecue, "What would be the hardest thing for you to give up if the doctor told you you had to?")
My dietary appointment’s making me a nervous wreck,
It follows consequentially a previous health check.
The nurse will give me diet sheets with foods she will proscribe,
The list will be exhaustive and with drinks I can’t imbi...
Wednesday 26th September 2018 11:35 pm
Also by John Coopey:MAKING A CRUST | POWER OF ATTORNEY | "BREXIT MEANS BREXIT" | THE WORST BAND IN THE WORLD | SHE | GORGONZOLA | EVERYBODY KNOWS | “VOTES” WINS EVERY TIME | MAN BOOBS | YOU'D BETTER GO HOME, JOSE MOURINHO |
I remember the sun;
the sun was important,
although all the art was inside
and in perfect pride of place,
skirting the walls
and planted in rows.
My feet young, but the air old,
and moss overgrown on
the war memorial outside.
True, you need light for shade,
a chiaroscuro, and
a half-full glass raised.
The place is almost silent
with must, damp, old coins...
Wednesday 26th September 2018 10:34 pm