Category: Poetry & Prose (page 1 of 2)

Visiting Grenfell

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

It all looks so different today,

that  smoking charcoal block,

now pale, swathed in creamy

covers rippling in the breeze.

At the top, the banner of green:

Grenfell Forever in Our Hearts.

The words descend in silence,

stirring memories of that night.

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The Ugly Duckling Diva

A Fairy Tale Comes True

Sally was the second to be born. Her beautiful sister, Sam, emerged on time, perfect in every respect. Sally’s journey was harder, she arrived all battered and bruised. Sally was very large and, it’s true to say, very ugly.  People tended to smile at Sam and sigh at Sally.

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Poles Apart

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May made a snap call for Polling Day,

time to mark man’s hard won right,

women’s even longer fight, for that

fiction called Democracy. Cast away!

 

Candidates call from opposite sides:

Strong and Stable, Fairness for All.

Empty promises, sit on fences,

fiddle expenses.  Brexiteers collide.

 

We’d rather vote for TV stars,

sports personalities, latest evictions,

B list celebs (ignore their convictions).

So we got Trump and risk a war.

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Reflections on Father Christmas

It was our family tradition to gather together early in December and prepare our Christmas wish lists. My brother, sister and I would carefully write our lists and hand them over to Mum and Dad to be checked. Then we threw the lists into the fire and let the smoke carry them up the chimney to waft away to Father Christmas. Continue reading

The Vermin Revolt

J89A0415 There once was a land of rolling hills and valleys. At the top of the highest hill lived the King in a grand palace. Nearby, in a castle, lived a Count. His job was to count the King’s money which he kept locked in the castle cellars.

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” No Comment”

 

And is it true you made it up,

Spread those lies, blamed the fans,

Called them drunken hooligans?

No comment! No comment!

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Tourist or Terrorist?

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I wander in awe around the city,

Those artisan arches and avenues,

Classic sights along the snaking Seine,

Pausing to admire the iconic tower.

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The Man from U.N.C.L.E.

… and how I lost my birthday money.UNCLE pic

As a child I loved the TV programme The Man from U.N.C.L.E.  Illya Kuryakin and Napoleon Solo were my absolute heroes. Each episode excited and entertained to the full as they battled those evil enemies from T.H.R.U.S.H. Continue reading

Consumer or Patient?

I was long overdue my eye test – pressures of work meant I had been putting it off.   Those same pressures had been giving me migraines which I duly reported to the optician, adding that now work had calmed down so had my migraines.  She gave me a very thorough eye test, using all the latest equipment. The good news – Continue reading

Short-Lived

Short livedThey stand erect and still,
a sea of uniformity,
some tower above.
Ranked in regiments and rows,
ruddy faced,
life like.
All those poppies.
All those people.

 

 

 

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