Poetry Blog by Hannah Collins
Tags from last 12 months
It was one of those cuppa soup thingies.
Minestrone with croutons.
Really the lowliest of soups,
Not only from a packet
But from a little sealed inner sachet too.
A few particles of dusty substance,
Monosodium Glutamate enhanced,
Coming alive with boiling water.
But instead of putting it into a mug
I chose a couple of elegant white soup bowls
With fine ...
Monday 25th May 2020 8:42 pm
Sometimes love is doomed
No one understands why
No walks by the sea
A moon that doesn't shine.
Hands that clash but never hold
Heads that bang as you reach for a kiss
Both speaking at the same time
Both in silence when nothing rhymes.
Hurt feelings by accident
Misunderstandings at every turn
Good intentions all gone sour,
Lifeless fade in every flower,
Sunday 17th May 2020 8:15 pm
There was joy that day.
Strangers kissed and hugged one another
The streets were for dancing.
The roads and avenues closed for so long,
With the torrent, the throng,
And cruel heartless war,
Were open once more.
Now people sang,
Children could return home,
Jimmy could go to sleep in his own little room again !
Amid the pain and...
Thursday 7th May 2020 7:03 pm
La douce colombe - sweet dove.
Bird of peace
Calm and assured
At one with her sensuality and beauty,
Flying over this blood stained world
Casting a shadow of loveliness and hope.
As humankind looks down, when if they should look upwards
They would see the beautiful bird of peace,
Weeping for this toil hardened world,
With souls embittered with the fatig...
Wednesday 6th May 2020 7:44 pm
She said she had something to tell me.
She looked very serious, a bit grim.
We had been good friends, quite a while, a couple of years.
We were from different cultures,
She American, me English.
And sometimes we clashed on things.
We were able to speak our minds,
Feminists in our own way.
Attending meetings, reading books,
A bit of writng . . .
Plenty of study, disc...
Monday 27th April 2020 6:00 pm
We always love a comedian, a clown.
I loved his high pitched laugh
So wild and free
But now he says it was all manic
Not joy but misery.
We loved his self deprecating humour
Which we thought was trying to make us see
The crazy silly things about ourselves
But now he says he was tearing himself apart onstage
And we thought it was to make us laugh and cheer us up
Thursday 23rd April 2020 10:19 am
I'll never see you again
Because you've passed away
But your sacrifice seems even greater now,
Seen in the context of your life when it ceased.
Before all I saw were glimpses,
Just pieces of a puzzle
But now I can no longer see you,
All about you becomes more clear.
Your angry words were borne out of frustration, intelligence and sensitivity,
Not out of malice or venom....
Wednesday 15th April 2020 8:02 pm
When I lived near the sea
I had a love/hate relationship with the seagulls.
I wanted to love them and I fed them.
In times gone by they were fed by the sailors who threw them fish
But the sailors left and all that changed
So they turned to human food.
Chicken burger, rye bread, with a splash of vitamin D.
Fish and chips if they were slumming it !
One day I gave the sea...
Monday 6th April 2020 5:02 pm
He would be there every morning
Sitting under the railway bridge
Alone on the paving stones
Young, small, dark hair, very slight,
Faded ragged clothes . . .
Got any change luv . . . ?
Every day the same chorus, the same mantra.
Always on my way to work,
Passing him by.
There came a time when I gathered coins, silver, copper,
Keeping it in my pocket, just for him.
Wednesday 12th February 2020 8:00 pm