Poetry Blog by trevor homer
Tags from last 12 months
WHEN IN SOME DISTANT TIME [For Imogen]
When, in some distant time; no, I don’t mean
Those halcyon days of summer, when you are busy
In a world adults cannot enter.
Or splashing on shorelines, held tightly by the eternal bond
Of mother and father; or else falling in long grass
Grown taller than your head, while running so fast,
You were a blur to others....
Monday 18th February 2019 4:31 pm
THE BEAUTIFUL GAME
When I was Edson Arantes Do Nascimento,
It seemed everyone knew my name.
From the back streets of Sao Paulo, to Cradley council estate,
We played the beautiful game, in the shadow of electricity pylon;
Its arms outstretched in pose of Christ in Corcovado.
The Maracanã, transposed from Rio to cul-de-sac,
Lamplight illuminating the stadium.
Tuesday 12th February 2019 2:23 pm
GIRL FROM THE BLACK COUNTRY
‘I could ate a bull,
Then cry for his ‘orns.
I’m bloody clammed’, she said.
‘The shillin’s gone so we cor cook,
An’ the babby still ay fed’.
I used to be as big as a bonk ‘oss,
Now I’m as thin as a rake.
‘e said e’d tek me out to dinner,
The bloody lyin’ face-ache’.
‘e took me up the ‘ways instead,
To buy a bag o’ suc...
Tuesday 12th February 2019 9:42 am