Poetry Blog by Greg Freeman
Don’t blame Andy for Labour
losing Hartlepool. He never
voted in his life. Or worked.
More to the point, whatever
they try to tell you, he died
last year from Covid. Florrie
never got to say goodbye.
Tuesday 11th May 2021 10:23 am
People in the pub garden;
a warmth you’d almost forgotten.
Narrow boats on the cut,
the odd twee little cabin cruiser,
canoes, paddle boards.
People out and about,
ike a nineteenth-century
French painting. Seems like
a bank holiday, even if it isn’t.
Friends and acquaintances
rubbing their eyes.
Sunday 9th May 2021 5:29 pm
Dreich day late April, wind
keening from the Thames,
outside drinkers huddling
under frail, flapping,
Vauxhall interchange, maybe
one of the most inhospitable
places on God’s earth, now
intimidated by gathering gangs
of threatening towers
that look almost exactly the same.
Is this the way a capital ends,
not with the bangs of bombers,...
Thursday 29th April 2021 2:33 pm
Travelled for his health to the half-buried
city of ruins, halfway between
the living and the dead.
Fragments of columns,
toppled arches, broken aqueducts.
Took rooms in a second-floor apartment
at the Piazza di Spagna,
close by the sound of Bernini’s fountain.
Locks of hair exchanged
with Fanny Brawne
before he left for Italy.
Save it for me, sweet love!
Monday 22nd February 2021 5:14 pm
Signs tied to lampposts point
the way from the free car park,
past ambulance waiting discreetly,
help you to find the place easily.
Legions of people in hi-vis jackets
with nice, kind smiles bustle
about, wipe tables and chairs,
give you a number, tell you
where to sit. You discover
you’re getting the ‘right’ one,
much to your relief. And at some
moment when y...
Tuesday 9th February 2021 12:12 pm
A town in Ohio, suburb of Cleveland,
takes its name from the river
that runs through its heart.
The town and its waterfalls
are referenced in a song
by Canadian rock band
The Tragically Hip.
I’ve never been there,
and I guess I never will.
Which is a matter of some regret.
Give half a chance
I’m sure I would have loitered
in the Fireside Book Sho...
Monday 1st February 2021 5:46 pm
I began to be sorry when his carrot nose
seemed more like a last cigarette.
That jolly smile held a hint of concern,
his scarf far too big for his neck
Tomato eyes glowed in the shrinking face.
The fur hat was suddenly de trop.
He started to lean over, apologetically,
as if someone had struck him a blow
As the pale sun shone he looked quizzical,
Thursday 28th January 2021 1:17 pm
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Wednesday 27th January 2021 1:27 pm
Let it glow a little longer; don’t take
the tree out to the garden just yet.
This year is different. The winter
is darker, has an extra chill.
Forget newer sayings, return
to the old ways. Stay in bed late.
Leave the lights on till Candlemas.
Wednesday 6th January 2021 5:24 pm
I daren’t mention them by name.
A word proscribed by those
that see themselves
as arbiters of poetic taste.
A sight to cure all ills?
No, a cliché to be shunned.
Darkness arrives a little later
on these January afternoons.
Just noticing that
can lift the heart.
And here they are. I see them
peeping from the undergrowth
and hasten to cut it back,
Tuesday 5th January 2021 12:05 pm