Poetry

Mine, and occasionally others'.

Reprise Her

girl with long hair

After Liza Radley by Paul Weller

 

While others despise her, Liza
that’s short for Elizabeth – Radley,
I madly admire her, I see
her dance and I yearn for the
stance and the world of the girl
labelled wrong, who has grown with
a mind of her own and I long
not to be scared and to dare to do that with my hair.

Clerihew: Julie Burchill

cancelled

Julie Burchill

Will fight them on the beaches like Churchill

She's been cancelled and silenced by opinion shapers

She'll tell you all about it in the national newspapers

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

pic: Pete Linforth at Pixabay

Triolet: Rewilding

Lynx

We must rewild this island

with lynxes, wolves and bears

From lowland up to highland

We must rewild this island

in waterways and dry land

with beaver dams and lairs

We must rewild this island

with lynxes, wolves and bears

Triolet: Grab That Jab

Stick that needle in my arm

And get me safe and vaccinated

Hush the waves of false alarm

Stick that needle in my arm

Protect the herd from virus harm

Stay cool and keep refrigerated

Stick that needle in my arm

And get me safe and vaccinated

Triolet: End of Lockdown 2

It looks as though the lockdown

is going to end in tiers

For while we count the clock down

it looks as though the lockdown

is ending with a knockdown

of haircuts, meals and beers

It looks as though the lockdown

is going to end in tears

Triolet: Don't Mention the War

The form that notified my great-uncle's death in 1917

They never talked about the war,

the ones who fought and struggled through it

Why speak of memories so sore?

They never talked about the war

but football, politics and more

Unless the young asked them to do it,

they never talked about the war,

the ones who fought and struggled through it

Villanelle: Joint Enterprise

Osime Brown

The courts prejudge and penalise,
applying law, not playing fair,
convicting of 'joint enterprise'

Two words that catch and criminalise
the skin you're in, the clothes you wear,
they prejudge and they penalise

You're guilty in the system's eyes
and though they know you were elsewhere
convict you of 'joint enterprise'

Triolet: War Is Over

She didn’t say the war was won

Instead she said the war was ended

Fall silent now, the bomb and gun

She didn’t say the war was won

There’s future-building to be done

Place and people to be mended

She didn’t say the war was won

Instead she said the war was ended

Cats' Entertainment

Happy mew year cat

For my fellow cat-owning Jam fans.

Territorial war and a screaming stand-off
A recent kill and a ripped-up bench seat
Kittens wailing, scared dog howling
The screech for food and sharp claws sinking

Cats’ entertainment, cats’ entertainment

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