Tiredness limps languidly loppingThrough the recesses of my mindWashing every shadowy corner harbouring lightWith its sombre grey mirth.It’s dirge, a cadence of twisted painEntwining all in its melody of madnessRobbing all of Self.The harrowing trumpet call causing walls to crumbleAnd the soul’s Jericho to fall.Lying dirty dusty dishevelledAs tiredness limps languidly lopping by.
Category: Poetry
Poetry
Home
“Wherever I lay my hat”, he saidInferring home was there.A state of belonging bound in feltAnchored in darkest millinery.He had his hat; his hat was home.The putrid hostel beds and often doorwaysAlways home to him,Never mind the ice-cold fingers,Ripping at his worn sleeping bagStorm after storm assaulted the city.He was warm within himself.He had his…
Tall Tales (2021)
I wrote this when I was 49 to explain why my kids had often distrusted my rather tall tales The grandfathers on both family sides,The Jew, The Scot, mischievous and rude.Handed down tall tales and sarcastic replies,To which I hope I can only improve. Telling their stories, incredibly stretched,A sufferance my kids often endured,But now…
Home is where the heart is
Someone once said to me,Home is where the heart is,It seemed sappy, not quite true.My cynicism bristled against the sentiment,Aching to eat it whole,Dine upon its bones.Nowhere was home,Wanderlust kept me moving.Unanchored, unmoored and forever flowing,Wherever I wanted to roam.Was my very temporary home.Until that day I met youThen I wanted to settle down,Feel I…
School Reunion
I used to miss my old friends,The sardonic humour soaked with beer,Speckled with sarcasm, insults loaded,Jovial, of course.Then we grow, older, apart, distant,Meeting every now and againReliving shared rose-tinted histories,Hazy and dusty with age.Retelling stories, engorged in distortions,All nodding and laughing,Hiding our joint indifference to one another.Piping up, hollering, even howlingAn unamusing pantomime performance,Comes to…
Latine ambitiosa title inserta (insert pretentious Latin title)
You can tell they’re a serious poet, There is Latin in the title. Not just the regular language Spoken by us commoners, But Latin, The language of Doctors, Lawyers and other learned folk. Perhaps they have been to Cambridge, Durham or Oxford, reading Classics, Classically reading, musing over dead languages. To make their place on…
The Taff
Down the valley, lush and greenThe jewel of water rippling byCascading, bubbling refracting gleamsUttering a softened Celtic sigh.By the towns from Mythyr downA swathe cut through the beds of rockThe Taff, a symbol of welsh renownThe river which has ran amok.Carrying silt and coal from minesA reflection of past in its bedGlittering mineral dust refinedWhich…
The Imp
It came to my house one fateful day,Whispering through the letter boxIn shapeless form it slipped insideThrough the keyhole to out fox. The imp, its body a clear gasMalcontent brewing deep withinStarted to shadow me from room to room,With mischief in its grin. “My key, my keys! They’ve disappeared”The imp pocketing them with glee,Watching me…
Oh You!!
“Oh you!”, you said, aimed at me,As if I’d done something wrong,Just because I juggled a cup of tea, And then I walked backwards up a treeThat’s where squirrels and me belong,“Oh you!”, you said, aimed at me. Throwing acorns, falling free,Down to the floor with certain aplombJust because I juggled a cup of tea….
Empty
Depression kicking me again,Bringing visions of personal hellsLamenting all my bad decisionsWhich is what it does excel. It’s not animalistic,It is not wholly sad, just grey,An amorphous blob sucking hope,Leaving self in disarray. Depression striking up its tune,Its melody a nasty tropeFilled with abject emptiness.Killing all my hope. It was never a “black Dog”,Just a…