Poetry Blog by Jemima Jones
Regardless of shape or size
each bodily replacement
cut and manipulated to fit
where the previous same
succumbed to the elements;
victimised by outside forces.
This automotive vintage child
born to the Father of motoring's great age
despite its wounds
still able to beg for the road.
Each renewed part a twinned reincarnation
even down to the tiniest o...
Saturday 24th February 2018 2:26 pm
Some fragments of my childhood past
I recall with intense clarity
others not so much.
Trying to remember
this far back
is like going on an archaeological dig
discovering little scraps and shards
collected from the dust of time
and put together to form a whole.
Our old house for example
I can only recall it being a shadowy place
swum through by cooking ar...
Tuesday 20th February 2018 8:46 pm
April drizzle softens the winds fists
and is almost spent by the time I reach Granddads little abode.
His hugeness fills the cottage door.
An eighty-year-old-body of illness and courage.
Coming into his view
I hear him laughing
his laughter heartwarming as ever.
shovelled on with best butter and jam
soon to be partnered by hot steaming tea...
Sunday 4th February 2018 6:14 pm
O spirits of the night!
haunting Winters cold collaborations
with the thumbnail Moons
meagre affordances of luminosity
I sense the presence again
of your witness playing
to the death-born funeral time of seasons
coming as you always will
through the forever unlocked door of time
to nonchalantly condone decay
and silently assist the want
in the minds of those...
Thursday 1st February 2018 8:37 pm
Dozily ebbing among sand probing waders
blunt blades of surf
slowly stab ashore
like knives held in the hands
of unsure assailants
soapily toppling and tumbling
over muddles of seaweed and driftwood
leaving in their departures
scum rimmed reminders
seeping into golden graves
made to wait
for the suns evaporating exhumations
coming to raise th...
Friday 26th January 2018 10:44 am
Tuesday 23rd January 2018 11:31 pm
Tuesday 23rd January 2018 2:06 pm
Saturday 20th January 2018 9:24 pm
My ex-coal miner Granddad
always got up too early we thought
that's why I suppose he used to say
'you are missing the best part the day'
he, not thinking
any part of any day is just as good
as long as you are here to see it.
We, his Grandchildren ridiculed him
being fashionably addicted as we were
to designer underwear labelled with honey trap
Friday 19th January 2018 11:17 am
Do you remember
the old-fashioned coal scuttle
it's filled heaviness that made it so hard
to shake the right amount of cobs
into the fire grate
( some hissed if damp)
and the long iron pokers that went with it
that had to be retrieved from the eventual flames
before the handle got too hot
and do you remember the times you screamed OUCH!
when forgetting to wrap a clot...
Thursday 18th January 2018 11:07 am
as on too many previous occasions
but this time I won't come begging for your return
newfound freedom and I
have broken the old chains
been elsewhere exploring other possibilities.
Like a light that once illuminated my happier days
I will unmourning see you go out
your self dominating assurance kicked aside
by the boot of my determination
Wednesday 17th January 2018 4:44 pm
Monday 15th January 2018 8:05 pm
When very crudely requested of me
to perform an oral sex act on him
'what a disgusting way to put it
couldn't you have asked me in a nicer way?
ok, I will said he
could you please place the the teeth gated exit
under the entrance to your nasal passage
around my urine disposing appendage
to which came my second reply
place your feeding ho...
Saturday 13th January 2018 7:17 pm
Wednesday 10th January 2018 10:22 am
I could if I chose to
be out there having fun with Dolphins and Whales
I could if I chose to
be on a slow boat to China to pick their faraway tea leaves
I could if I chose to
be collecting fallen stars to put in my pocket and save
them for a Perry Como type of rainy day.
I could do all these things
if only I wasn't being kept so busy
with my duty of
Monday 8th January 2018 8:03 pm
It seems to happen in the small hours
but only on odd occasions thankfully
when I'm finally able to nod off
that reasonably good lines subjects titles
or other poetic ideas
come floating across my mind
go on then you baggy-eyed sod
get up and write me down
before I go for a walk into your forgetfulness!
Sunday 7th January 2018 12:10 pm
Along with being told
not to talk to
refuse sweets offered by
and never get into
the big black cars of strangers
I was also taught to
count my blessings one by one ( what was that about?)
eat a peck of dirt before I died ( definitely!)
remember that every cloud has a silver lining ( even if it sopping wet)
I mustn't change my tune once I'm wed ( but he did Mum!)
Tuesday 2nd January 2018 5:24 pm