I was recently asked by Ruth O'Reilly the excellent radio presenter and fellow Writeoutloud blogger, to take part in her Sunday afternoon show on ALLFM which featured some my poetry and musical selections. The link to the show is copied below if you would like to have a listen:2 https://open.spotify.com/episode/4sxrQ6Qnt4a6ncB1DqFx8G?si=EdmY4jH9T8-CsthulDzNcA I write poetry for my own amusement and to irritate my family and friends. They groan when when I offer to read them a poem! I intend to improve by reading the fine work of the poets on this site! They will soon be saying,"Will you read us a poem, dad?!" without any sarcasm! My interests are: world peace, writing poetry, football (Leeds) and walking in the countryside,, which are all progressing quite poorly at the moment. Still, we have to keep trying!
Malton Museum ‘Visit Malton Museum.’ Smiles the girl on the poster. ‘Malton is nothing but a museum,’ I grumble along Yorkersgate, ‘That’s a statement of the truth!’ Past ‘The George’ and the cinema, Relics of my misspent youth. I turn into a Market Place Which only the sixties could own. Preserved in aspic, set in stone. This is some weird time warp, Where ‘Doctor Who’ meets ‘Heartbeat’! I kneel to retie my Jesus Boots And glance up to greet an icon, “Ah Mister Herriot, I presume!” A town lost in its own antiquity! Where all is kept as it’s always been, A triumph for the Conservation Team! I find myself, suddenly, in Greengate- My early Nemesis, my infant Fate- Outside the Friends’ Meeting House, The scene of my first day at school, And my first real teacherly telling off! I quake at the snarl on Miss Smart’s face! All my yesterdays began in this place, Where I left the list of tiny extras, To join the supporting cast. I was mortified by the admonishment! It wouldn't be my last! And Malton remains unaltered A museum to my past. Poetic Licence I hold a poetic licence. This entitles me to lie And practise my hyperbole Until the day I die! My licence grants permission To use some figures of speech. It’s like a new space mission Across the creative universe, Seeking sibilant planets, Like Saturn and Mars, which are Far beyond my reach. My analogy boosters have Failed to fire and I’ve fallen back To earth with a (cliched) bump! This licence allows for alliteration, Bouncing balls across the beach And I’ll splash you when I see ya, Cos that sounds just like the thing it is, And it rhymes with onomatopoeia. Symbolism, enigmatically, takes a Quill from her pocket to Tap me on the shoulder Pestering me to deploy Personification. Thought I’d write I haiku Not that difficult I thought But you can see I Hold onto this licence erroneously! Poetry lacks remuneration- So, it’s nothing like a licence To print money!
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