Poetry Blog by Jemima Jones
Big Sal on For my friend Wendy Higson (Sat, 27 Oct 2018 01:15 pm)
Big Sal on Sundown (Wed, 24 Oct 2018 01:43 pm)
Big Sal on Outpourings (Sun, 21 Oct 2018 05:07 pm)
She's the girl who writes the things
that give my heart a pair of wings
that help my comment go and spring
onto her thingy-me-blog.
Saturday 27th October 2018 12:38 pm
A time when almost all, has been cloaked
the duties of everything able to reflect sunlight,
are put on hold
only neon interferences and the
comings of headlights and goings of tail lights
are allowed to fire-fly the darkness
how easily his eyes can adapt
to the changes in visibility
and how familiar is the wise Avian
perched silently in his ta...
Wednesday 24th October 2018 11:36 am
noises almost but not quite balanced
instigated by opposing thoughts
accompanied facially by alternate expressions
when subjected to either
are those we are more than familiar with
sad and happy vocal changes
born in the mind, powered by the lungs, sent up the throat
to be mouth released
and are as old as the seas we crawled from to where we are no...
Sunday 21st October 2018 4:04 pm
Metallically coldly echoing
his brawny arm hammer strikes
every one such a resounding
turning the whole Anvil
instrumentally ring toned
this indestructably built
on which even glowing Horseshoes
giving off sparking crescendos have no effect.
Incessantly seething hot charcoal
Saturday 20th October 2018 9:15 pm
Appreciations of Summers should be heightened every Winter
not cooled into forgetfulness.
Cooled, like the shaded places that relieve the thankless over-heated
who typically every August hope hot extremities
would find somewhere else to go for a while when we knew
they would then start complaining about the lack of heat
and moan their ways into warmer clothes till solar repleni...
Thursday 18th October 2018 11:55 am
This now extinct old and useless unattractive device
lovingly condemned by some avid admirers to a pensioned-off life
of being nothing more than a sideboard ornament.
This early by-product of Alexander Graham Bells inventive mind
that helped shock and amaze us into the gizmo age
until washed away by trim phones, in turn, washed away by Wifi
I think, has nevertheless re...
Tuesday 16th October 2018 11:22 am
if he had been alive today, my Uncle
known to his workmates
as Big Black Bodyshop Bill
he would have agreed wholeheartedly
that the old, battered iconic rusting hulk
a deluxe ghost from long ago days when
cars like this made every head it passed, turn
stopped them in their breathtaking tracks
now pathetically parked on the corner of our road
and that moves no more than h...
Saturday 13th October 2018 10:06 pm
to exclude the old
gradually warping them
into a hotch-potch
arse end language
of slang, jargon
I.T.-ish rocket science blindings
all with muddled meanings.
cloudings of yesterdays clarities.
Thursday 11th October 2018 7:10 pm
Sherwood green, your eyes doubtlessly reflected
and gave back the same to the spirit of freedom of the forest
you have haunted for so long.
I can easily connect to that feeling of liberty
your ghost continues haunting this beautiful place with
still emanating, possessing me
envious now in this modern life
my enemy of my enemies
On your longbow, the arrows of...
Tuesday 9th October 2018 7:47 pm
Contemplated during a long precarious stay in Hospital.
Why oh why
does it take
a very very close
skin of the teeth
brush with death
for the cash tills
to ring up
the true valuation
Sunday 7th October 2018 11:50 am
Would we see for example
growing at eye level a Rosebush?
as if fertilised by miraculousness
having pushed its way
through encrusting snow
climbing white filled skywards
defiantly beneath the bridle
of Winters air.
Blushed clustered participants in beauty
declaring bright red resilience
making more than the most
of being for no...
Friday 5th October 2018 2:02 pm
when back at yours
slowly whirl about the room
pirouetting in the soft yellow glow
of the bedside lamp
Mr at first not-so-easy-to-please lay there
facially and bodily motionless
unmoved by my passionate dancing affair
with teasing promiscuity?
Did I leave my scent
on the bed, on the rug
did I go a beautiful step further
Thursday 4th October 2018 12:20 pm
Black as shadows can be
clouding definite edges.
Inhalations of rain-soaked greenery too.
Everything that has sounded its name in the daytime
subsides sweetly into silence.
the rooms only slight disturbance.
If these luxurious free times
they could not be separated
from the alikeness
of a dream-made place in heave...
Tuesday 2nd October 2018 4:06 pm
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
it is not sunny
at this time
there are no shadows
but down there darkly
genius spirals out of control
having howled in its descent.
I worry about that sound.
Tuesday 23rd January 2018 11:31 pm
Tick tock awake frustrated writer
till three o'clock
though your brain tries
it can't free the poem planes chocks
when they are released
the whole composition flys
without one more stall
then down on the pillow goes the knackered poet
bloody big headache and all!
Tuesday 23rd January 2018 2:06 pm
no more returning
no matter what the voices say
never to drink the same tears
or consume regurgitated sorrow
I have embraced unwanted ghosts
for the last tormenting time.
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
What fills the spaces
in between life and death?
I call it times differently flavoured meats.
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
I could try
with loves keys
to let myself into your heart
it could for me be like entering heaven
you could make the door disappear
once I was inside
but knowing you and your disinterest
it is more than likely
you would have changed the locks
before I even tried.
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