Journey of Words

Tag: Poetry

  • Nothing Matters (III)

    Luggage belt empties Baggage has been left behind Now travel lightly . n.b. Would it not be lovely to be so unencumbered? The weight off the shoulders when finally putting baggage down after travelling is a blessed relief. Life is our journey. . CLP 16/12/2019 →

  • Nothing Matters (II)

    Cross the River Styx With just enough for your fare Nothing else required . n.b. For all our possessions and wealth, however great or small, it is no good to us when we have died. A couple of pennies on the eyelids to pay Charon for the crossing to the other side is all we →

  • Nothing Matters

    We come from nothing We return to nothing, so Enjoy the journey . n.b. It is the love we share en route that makes life worth living – nothing else matters. . CLP 13/12/2019 →

  • “I would”

    Slumped in an easy chair in a Premier Inn bar Beer and wine settling on top of his dinner Drooling over female television presenters Hardly an athlete; he could be much thinner . “If I wasn’t married Given half a chance” “I would” he proclaims “Without second glance”* . How has this male whale With →

  • Witches’ Butter

    Soapy golden nugget Magicked up during recent rain Fallen from the wounded oak Lying in the lane Wondrous shiny gift Is anybody watching? Dare I pick it up? Take it to the kitchen Slice it into soup? . n.b. Tremella Mesenterica is edible. A fungus that feeds on other fungi that are working on dying →

  • On Language

    When I, mine, my, me Become the focus of speech What happens to us? . CLP 10/12/2019 →

  • Underneath the Mistletoe

    A fruit falls Dull white ball Rolls and settles Into a crevice Turns to seed Slides out its roots Within the branch Beneath the bark Drinks from inside Sucks in the nutrients Thrives While the host Curls up slowly Unable to cast off The fatal grip . CLP 08/12/2019 →

  • Out!

    Throw back your head Release that choking Wrung-tight Gut-deep Howl . Let it rip the last leaves from poplars Slap around the lake Cut through the Arctic wind Smack into the mountains Crack countless shards from glaciers Tear open the glowering sky And let sunshine in . CLP 08/12/2019 →

  • Heard not Seen

    It was a day when I worked With my shirt off Bent to the task Concentrating on single stones The depth, set, fit to the path Brushing the grey, gritty soil To fill in the gaps Ancient fragments glinted As I weighed up each stone in my palm Myriad crystal particles Formed over eons Compacted, →

  • Jack And The Beans

    Tell me about our prize cow. What did you get for it, son? Show me. Beans? Magic Beans? Beans! What on Earth possessed you? . Mum, we’ve got to eat We’ve got to eat today We’ve got to eat tomorrow We need nutrients Put back in the soil . Beans it is then, Jack But →