Poetry Blog by David Subacchi (2017)
Kevin T.S. Tan on KEEP YOUR EYES ON THE PRIZE (Thu, 17 Sep 2020 07:38 pm)
Anolini – pasta shells stuffed with meat
And cooked in broth, is what we’re eating;
Steam rises from plates but there’s no speaking,
We sip Chianti to moderate the heat
The first to break silence admits defeat;
Parmesan a generous sprinkling,
Grated black pepper our noses crinkling;
Each Christmas a ritual we repeat.
This dish from the mountains of Ital...
Monday 27th November 2017 9:55 pm
The palm trees at Alghero
Are of impressive height and girth
Their solidity demonstrates confidence;
Sometimes we touch them
Hoping to be made strong too.
In their shade we shelter
From baking sun,
Under their protection
Friendships are made
On sultry August evenings.
Nearby in an ornate church
Time ticks away in marb...
Sunday 1st October 2017 4:06 pm
SONNET FOR ROONEY
So I gets this call from Gareth Southgate
And he's laying it on like marmalade,
Saying come back Rooney you've got it made
Playing for Everton, O what a state!
I thought your ambition was to be great!
England's not a problem don't be afraid,
At Goodison you'll always make the grade,
So get those three lions back on you mate.
But I though...
Thursday 24th August 2017 8:37 pm
The bass guitar is not loud enough
He explained solemnly
Unless it rattles your cufflinks
In the back row
It's not concerned with melody
Just there to add some body.
That was a long time ago
In our long hair days
The next time we met
His locks had disappeared
Mine were slowly thinning
I reminded him of his saying.
Thursday 29th June 2017 4:37 pm
A PIECE OF IRON
Here in accordance with Italian tradition
A piece of iron, a vintage bottle opener;
How easily it slips into the hand,
How hard it worked and for so long
Removing numerous crown tops,
How often thrown across bar or café
From one sweating palm to another,
Then how long redundant, abandoned
In a drawer or some dark corner.
May your marriag...
Sunday 7th May 2017 10:23 pm
DEATH OF NELSON
(Benjamin West 1738-1820 – Walker Gallery, Liverpool)
Some think victory complete
Raising hats celebrating,
But others huddled solemnly
Around the pale figure
Know death is waiting,
That he only lingers awhile
To say farewell and to savour
A little of the triumph.
In the background a confusion
Of sails and streaming signal...
Saturday 8th April 2017 5:08 pm
Some of us never get to feel it
That magical moment
When you hit the ball just right
Or that high note
The one that shatters glass.
And we never experience
The thrill of discovery
As Lord Carnarvon
Staring into history
At the tomb of Tutankhamun.
But you had more than your share
Though you never looked for it
Friday 10th March 2017 10:47 pm
What moved them to throw caution to the wind
To break out of committee room and bar
Ignoring those who warned this was too far
Those who later condemned and said they'd sinned
What fearsome lightning their resolve confirmed
To face artillery and armoured car
What deafening thunder what shooting star
Incited rebellion, what fire that burned
Monday 16th January 2017 10:07 am