Journey of Words

Tag: Poems

  • Historical Echo

    In writing a recent post, ‘If Music Is The Answer…’ I imagined a wandering minstrel writing protest songs who ends up killed, presumably for voicing his objections to injustices facing the common people. Today, reading Imperial Mud, The Fight for The Fens by James Boyce, I found this on p137… You can’t make this stuff →

  • on Saturday

    upandatem! RiseTown bound train football-fan-fullthe end is in sight ~ n.b. Ipswich Town fans making journey to the ancient port, excited by promotion prospects. Good luck to them! Proper club. CLP 04/05/2024 →

  • May Days

    It was fab yesterdayNobody dared complainTwo layers one too manyEven at eleven, too warmFor threeCloud cover like a duvetKept in the warmthUntil the breezeCut up roughBlew the curtain asideDragged in cold airBrought down the rain ~ CLP 03/05/2024 →

  • Great Minds

    Evidence clear for all to seeEyes and tongues in harmonySadly the hearing part was offIt took a strong head to disagreeAnd establish the factual truth~n.b. Group think. Easily done. Readily manipulated. See witch hunts*, religions, nationalism, ‘Free’ market ideology extremists.*This is not a metaphor for the criminal trial of The Tangerine One in NYC. It →

  • Wild Garlic

    Pungent woodland trailBetween the bluebellsAnd forget-me-notsThe garlic running wildYou scrunched up two leavesOffered them to meTo roll between my palmsYou watchedMy deep inhalationOf the scented sapLeaked from the bruised vacuolesMay’s first dayWarmth, at lastA woodpecker drumming~ CLP 01/05/2024 →

  • The Myth of Love Exposed by the Cerne Abbas Giant

    She yearned to know possessionHer aching womb forsook discretion She led him from the crowded tavernSkipped ahead, made sure he followedA moonlit path between beech treesTo the hillside where the giant liesManhood carved from ancient chalkPermanently erect, magnificent swordHe knew his seed had met its matchHe prayed forgiveness for coming sinAccepted her embrace, warm welcome →

  • On Ukraine

    We must hurry, childThere’s nothing left here for usMore metal bees come ~ n.b. Villages are being left to Russian invaders, as Ukraine’s request for help is processed. There is evidence that Russia is also running thin on the machinery of war. Why else would they be using North Korean drones against the people of →

  • Cardigan

    Unbutton the front of historyLet in some airSee the man who led then fledHis five hundred men in the Valley of DeathArrogance gave him upSuch vanity and privilegeAs you pull on your woollen cardyTake a moment, pleaseReflect on a man whose behaviourCaused London’s Times to thunderOne law for the richAnother for the poorRemember who writes →

  • A Quick Pint

    I join the un-numbered men who spend Sunday afternoonIn pubs where a pint can disappear or stretch out through countless hoursUntil each decides it is time to move. Another pub beckons.~n.b. Sijo. CLP 28/04/2024 →

  • Parallel Lives

    We will draw a bloody line through the squalid mess of itBitter mountains, impoverished plains, rivers drained of loveForget it, walk away. As if conjoined twins ever could. ~ n.b. NaPoWriMo 2024 Day 28 prompt: Sijo, a Korean poem form. My picture is of the Korean War memorial in Washington, D.C. It is one of →