Poetry

Mine, and occasionally others'.

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

Pantoum: Sight Lost, Depth Regained

one eye

From very slightly different points of view
To lose an eye has given me perspective
It isn't quite as good as having two
But one eye is surprisingly effective

To lose an eye has given me perspective
At first it made my vision go quite flat
But one eye is surprisingly effective
Once the brain's acclimatised to that

Black culture and resistance: the Harlem Renaissance

Augusta Savage

One hundred years ago, an arts movement was forming in a mainly-black district of New York City. Later known as the Harlem Renaissance, it was primarily cultural but also inescapably political. Literature, poetry, jazz, theatre, sculpture and more articulated the lives and demands of African-Americans no longer willing to be grateful that they were no longer enslaved.

O black and unknown bards of long ago.
How came your lips to touch the sacred fire?

How, in your darkness, did you come to know
The power and beauty of the minstrel’s lyre?
Who first from midst his bonds lifted his eyes?
Who first from out the still watch, lone and long.
Feeling the ancient faith of prophets rise
Within his dark-kept soul, burst into song?

James Weldon Johnson

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