Poetry Blog by Andy Humphrey
(A poem for the turning of the year, taken from my 2013 collection A Long Way to Fall. The artwork that accompanies it is by the late great songwriter and social chronicler, Graeme Miles)
Out of the smoke of a candle flame
lit to mark the turning of the year
I rise, wreathe soot and feathers for my cloak.
Bright eyes flash long-forgotten glimmers, sparks
of peoples who’ve spun ghosts...
Monday 1st January 2018 10:29 pm
It seems timely, in more ways than one, to post this poem today. It was the local paper of my childhood, the Wirral Globe, which first introduced me to the concept of Fake News with its locally legendary series of April Fool spoof news articles. But it's chilling how close some of these have come to reality...
The Birkenhead April Fools (for Dot Humphrey)
We argue still, my Mum and I,
Saturday 1st April 2017 7:08 pm
With events across the pond, this seems an appropriate time to raise a little cry of defiance over the state of my own nation, and to remind myself that there's still some fight left in us...
Why I Will Not Keep Calm and Carry On
When I was young, the golden rule
of how to get along at school
was Keep your head down. Don’t make waves.
Don’t stand apart – you’re not that brave.
Wednesday 9th November 2016 12:25 pm
It's an oldie, but appropriate for the time of year...
Why Do Poets Like Autumn?
Autumn is rain.
Pitiless, bucketing, funeral rain
that makes gutters into rivers
and umbrellas into shreds.
Steaming, fetid rain
tasting of mould and death.
Autumn is roadkill.
Rotting little pools of blood and fur,
once hedgehogs, pheasants, rabbits;
Concertinaed bonnets of Audis
askew across t...
Thursday 20th October 2016 11:41 am
I'm still sore about the whole Brexit thing. I'm even more sore about the fact that yesterday my wife broke the JD Wetherspoons embargo that we've faithfully kept in place since their CEO decided to turn his pubs into campaign platforms for Vote Leave. Here's my response.
I Will Not Drink in Wetherspoon’s (with apologies to Dr Seuss)
I will not drink in Wetherspoon’s.
The place is ru...
Saturday 10th September 2016 8:06 pm
Once upon a time, I hit upon the idea that most of the UK's political ills could be cured by the judicious application of certain drugs. Or rather, one drug in particular. The first incarnation of this poem took shape in the Blair era, and every few years it gets an update to reflect the political personalities of the moment. This version was written in the run-up to the EU referendum, and scooped...
Saturday 10th September 2016 6:58 pm
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Lancashire County Palatine Tourist Bard on Why I Will Not Keep Calm and Carry On (Fri, 18 Nov 2016 10:55 am)