Poetry Blog by ray pool
After the cremation service the fresh air.
"I never forget a mask,"
I said to someone i'd never met,
an attempt at grim humour.
The embarrassing marquee behind us
pallbearers upright in their black masks,
so long in the waiting.
Truth is I had felt disconnected
but grief can spread like ripples
from a stone cast into water
at the downcast head of one
Sunday 29th November 2020 10:17 pm
When I was eight I made a placemat
from coloured raffias and thick card
a hole in the middle allowing thread
to radiate to the edge under which
the raffia could pass for stitching
under and over the loops to create
circles of alternating hues of red
green and yellow
each side different, the circles undulating
according to the tension applied
by small hands.
Tuesday 24th November 2020 9:36 pm
A humble cottage had been half hidden
behind tall hedges
spindly latched wrought iron gates waist high
these past twenty years
reaching behind two lanes in a triangle
its occupants long gone.
One day a notice was clipped to the gates,
telling nothing but a reference number.
This remained for six months.
One day a car was parked inside.
The time was dawnin...
Saturday 21st November 2020 2:28 pm
Citadel of commonality
a wander at will to see
the Chipmunks on 45s
clamours for the top ten
counter girls fresh out of school
trying to be adults.
Men's tools pre - plastification
on fire from Practical Householder DIY tips,
flotillas of make up all a - sparkle,
the drone of fluorescent tubes.
Docking bays of glitterb...
Tuesday 17th November 2020 7:04 pm
All in a gusting the wind came
making a dance of the heavy trees,
many people were walking
with tiny dogs on whippy leads,
who suddenly at a violent gust
took off into the feisty air
their little legs like those of ducks
below a wintry skyline
owners quite befuddled and shocked
as the doggy kites plunged and soared
barking fit to burst
with their ears like f...
Sunday 15th November 2020 4:47 pm
I make sense of the rubbish
quite at home at the end of my garden
screened off with all the functionality
of a French pissoir.
The incinerator proud with rust
wheezes in its own smoke,
leaves have come to terms with their maker.
Though the air festers in imminent rain
indoors traps me -
now the shed hunches with its good nature,
comfortable in the dampness of ...
Thursday 12th November 2020 12:48 pm
On Monday I got covid,
yesterday I had cancer,
today it's arthritis,
I do feel ill.
it's really time to make a will.
I caught the habit from my mum
she lived 'til she was ninety six,
so I should be grateful for inherited genes
who knows what tomorrow may bring?
i'll probably suffer from everything.
Monday 9th November 2020 1:08 pm
My work is non essential
i'm rather sad to say
of very little value
in the thinking of today.
I've always felt myself to be
a handy sort of chap
but now i'm non essential
shrinking on the map.
The road map is a working plan
that only works for some
while others work their balls off
i'm sitting on my bum.
The black dog is a - waiting
for me to...
Thursday 5th November 2020 1:40 pm