Poetry Blog by Jonathan Humble

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Jonathan Humble on Fledge (10 days ago)

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Jonathan Humble on Dandelion Sun (Tue, 14 Jul 2020 07:11 am)

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Jonathan Humble on Sitting In A Semi (after David Bowie) (Sat, 4 Jul 2020 03:10 pm)

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Jonathan Humble on Postcards From Beyond The Looking Glass (Thu, 5 Mar 2020 08:14 pm)

Don Matthews on Postcards From Beyond The Looking Glass (Wed, 4 Mar 2020 10:06 pm)


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The shed was an apex all-wood

home-built construction,

erected that furnace of a summer

when we burnt in the shade

and our feet turned to leather,

a backdrop of screaming swifts

swooping like mad dot banshees

in the forget-me-not blue.

We stood back and admired

the woody quality of its sturdiness,

overlooked the imperfections;

worth the blisters and swearing,


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Haunting places where secret agents hid,

I return to childhood as a stranger.

All games played for keeps;

no second chances.


Walking with shadows:

a skinned knee congregation of risk takers,

worshipping by abandoned canals,

waist high baptisms in summer filth.


Staring back in black and white,

whoops of unwashed eight year olds,

careless of cars, he...

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A Goole Thing

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Hello Humber gateway,

you old dock drab,

winking at passing commerce

with your ample warehouse acreage,

welcoming skirts hitched

up the legs of the Ouse and Trent.


Under stretched skies,

I am a salmon swimming the sixty-two,

past rotting coal fired corpses,

where orderly pylons queue the lanes,

sturdy girls whispering indiscretions;

gossip from a shabby adoles...

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Sitting In A Semi (after David Bowie)

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Remote in a Cumbrian village,

removed and adrift as instructed,

I have become a modern Major Tom,

floating with the tins and toilet rolls,

bouncing off the ceiling, walls and floor.


Behind glass, I message Planet Earth,

well placed for views in virtual space,

sitting in a semi, playing spot the Herdwick,

clapping frontline health service warriors

and other admirable...

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Dandelion Sun

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Dandelion Sun (opening poem from Fledge published by Maytree Press July 31st 2020)


A child’s sun finds a dream in young eyes.

In blinks of dandelion eclipses,

refracted light reflects on retinas

holding warmth in ragged leaves

below a flower standing up and out.


Ryegrass and foxtail for company,

a golden head of petals,

swaying and slight,

is there and gone and...

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Postcards From Beyond The Looking Glass

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I said goodbye to sanity one Thursday late in June.

I kissed it fondly on the cheek and gave it a balloon.

It soared into the clear blue sky under a gibbous moon.

I shed a melancholic tear and sang a mournful tune.


I parted from reality, after a pipe or two,

and surfed across dimensions on a wave of Irish stew,

the recipe for which was told me by an old gnu,

in transit on...

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