Poetry Blog by David Cooke
Isaac Lowthian Bell (1816 – 1904)
In that stern, expensive portrait
he may have hung centre stage
just above his mantelpiece,
he is staring back at the world
like a founding father.
Self-contained and righteous,
he is the one who pays
the piper. Like it or not,
for your own good, you’ll dance
to the tune he’s called.
His name is Isaac Lowthian Bell –...
Saturday 23rd February 2019 11:49 am
Beyond these walls there’s a place
where they are sisters and daughters
and soon, inshallah, virtuous
wives- and mothers-to-be.
Out there where modesty's praised,
their future's determined.
Their allurements buried
like a hoard, each bride-price
is settled. Being who they are
and where they come from,
each is a link in the chain
that holds the world toget...
Friday 22nd February 2019 1:13 pm
The first car we owned was a 2 CV
with no certifiable history.
The year we got together
we drove it to the end of its days.
With its tinny dinted roof
it had an air of slumped defeat
we rose above quite easily.
When summer broke all records
the windows that didn’t quite close
were an unexpected bonus.
Its mind-boggling gear stick
Friday 11th January 2019 4:19 pm