Belshazzar’s feast

 

Wonderful music;

accordion and fiddle

bringing folk alive.

 

by Scooj.

The Ministry

 

Pale civil servants

wearing tired suits and faces;

austerity’s grip.

 

by Scooj

Motorway

 

Driving through driving

rain, hurtling along the

M4 to London.

 

by Scooj

Treason

 

As fireworks paint the

night sky, we celebrate Guy’s

failed shenanigans.

 

by Scooj

A lifetime ago

 

Faded memories

of innocents; I weep with

the passing of time.

 

by Scooj

Heron

Hunched and replete

while Old Father Thames glides by;

enough fish today.

 

by Scooj

Bristol to London by Train 2

Deer in open fields

scamper away for cover

when iron thunder comes.

 

by Scooj

Trial part 1

Sprinklers chattering;

a secluded London park.

Peace…pre-interview

 

By Scooj