Journey of Words

Category: Poetry

  • On Reflection

    He sat embarrassed Blushing up, wobbly legs Plate glass his downfall . n.b. Photo and story courtesy of M. McKinnon . CLP 13/11/2019 →

  • Patience

    Sat above the quayside On a red tiled roof The old grey heron Feathers blown askew in the wind Croaks and groans in low tones South-westerly keening up the lake Bright blue above What’s his game? Waiting, watching Always waiting He’s waiting still . CLP 12/11/2019 →

  • On Line

    “Are you still doing those dating sites?” she asked her friend “Yes” “Remember, it’s quality, not quantity?” “Yes, I finally worked that out for myself” “Yes?” “No, not really.” She sighed. . n.b. Overheard in the café of Tesco Extra, Dover. Two women interrogating a third at 10:30h on Remembrance Sunday. CLP 11/11/2019 →

  • 11th November 2019

    I took a moment to rest On this Armistice Day In France Where a public holiday is taken To remember that all they have now Was hard earned The ultimate price paid By millions . CLP 11/11/2019 →

  • On Tories

    As gulls who paddle Their feet on the earth like rain Calling the worms up . n.b. Is this the last General Election of the country currently known as The United Kingdom? The three kingdoms of England (& Wales), Scotland and (Northern) Ireland united under an Act of Parliament on the appointment of James VI →

  • On the Air

    Central-heated house Warm, dry atmosphere holds still Outside birdsongs call . n.b. We make efforts to remove ourselves from the outside world at great expense. The Old Testament idea that humanity is closer to a god than an animal, above all creatures, separate and superior to other living beings, has been proven an illusion. Like →

  • On the Weather

    It is four point five Celsius outside today Air con on cold here . n.b. I am going back outside to warm up! . CLP 08/11/2019 →

  • On The Spectrum

    Just in case autumn Needs more colours added Out of the grey, light . CLP 08/11/2019 →

  • 7th November 2019

    How little we think Of November if these lights Already in place . n.b. I thought the mantra these days is “Live in the Moment.” Complete bollocks if we have Christmas lights in situ in early November. . CLP 07/11/2019 →

  • Morning Chorus

    The robin started Followed by the waking crows Morbid dawn caw rowse . n.b. According to Webster’s dictionary “rowse” is the obsolete version of “rouse” but I have always spelled it that way. Am I getting old? CLP 07/11/2019 →