Poetry Blog by Jennifer Malden
This novel crown is not desired,
not sought after or fought for,
nor jewelled in glittering gold
elevating those who bear it.
Giving not riches, power, authority
but conferring weakness and disability,
more like the crown of thorns so long ago
used to torment and humiliate before expiry.
This comes alone with never a belov'ed face
helping to tide them over the brink...
Monday 23rd March 2020 3:36 pm
Sitting demurely at a cafè table
several young novice priests,
buttoned up in slim black cassocks
with wide-brimmed black hats
not so often seen nowadays.
Suddenly a child-kicked football
flew into the cathedral square.
A conspiratorial glance slid round the group
which as one jumped up to the call.
Twirling whirling, long skirts swirling,
tall supple elegan...
Wednesday 11th March 2020 5:56 pm
The besotted lad has been bewitched
his royal title from him snitched.
All passion spent he'll feel alone,
will the Prodigal Duke then slink back home?
The lovely enchantress, mother too,
(she produced a dukeling to step in shoe),
tried to commercialize his royal crown
so required a little taking down!
Now the cake's put back in larder,
(couldn't she have tried...
Friday 6th March 2020 2:18 pm
(A repost from November 2017)
Hey Hey for the not so merry month of May
but what on earth will the butler say?
Will she make her Markle felt?
Want golden faucets in the loo,
Just like the lovely sTrumpets do?
No shepherd's pie or kidney pud
for Cinderella. Oh no, no good.
Just hominy grits and collard greens
with pumpkin pie and Boston beans
Caesar salad - cookie...
Friday 6th March 2020 2:10 pm
The skulking squall suddenly sprung
choosing three little fishing boats as prey.
The sky became leaden with inky clouds,
a merciless gale howled and shrieked
skimming salt spray off the crests.
Trio of tiny coloured boats bobbing desperately
like children's nutshell toys.
Planks straining to scale the dark green walls
then crashing down into the troughs again,
Wednesday 4th March 2020 10:28 pm
Springtime daffodils, crocuses and polished buttercups,
delicately scented fluffy feather-leaved mimosa.
February winter jasmine cascading yellowly
over southern sunwarmed stone walls,
an explosion of tiny briliant forsythia stars.
Hillside covered in cream yellow primroses,
with violets as mutual complement.
Sunrays stealing through shutter slats,
gifting a natural aw...
Friday 21st February 2020 6:21 pm
Family celebration for kin
and old friends of years past,
mainly unrecognizable with
rheumy poached-egg eyes,
strangely perfect teeth,
and features blurred by time.
But one unmistakable, last seen
sporting skin tight white jeans
oozing testosterone from every pore.
Striding down the main street
with his latest glam-girl in tow,
followed by envious or desiring ...
Saturday 1st February 2020 6:06 pm