.
There is something dark
at the heart of government
they have lost their way.
.
by Scooj
Tag: poem
Ghost
.
Nothing to see here
invisible, unnoticed
mud footprints remain
.
by Scooj
I saw these footprints in the mud today on the River Avon while taking a lunchtime walk with the dog. I think they are otter footprints – no chance of seeing their maker though.
Zoom bombers
.
As food time draws near
no respect for protocol
pets appear on screen
.
by Scooj
Nasal assault
.
Orange in colour
orange in name peeled to pith
surroundaroma
.
by Scooj
Weekly shop
.
With leaden footsteps
I drag me from aisle to aisle
necessary chore
.
by Scooj
Day moon
.
Incongruous moon
insipid white in blue skies
nighttime natural
.
by Scooj
A time for clowns
.
Too much to endure
quite incomprehensible
four more years of pain?
.
by Scooj
– Written before the final result of the Biden/Trump election, fingers tightly crossed. A Trump win will give Boris succour and further self-belief, on the other hand a Biden win will come as a huge wake up call for Boris and his populist cronies.
In the balance
.
A world looking on
the final throw of the dice
what is done is done
.
by Scooj
Impotent
.
I can’t influence
the USA election
but I sure can hope
.
by Scooj
Italophile
.
Panettone pud
Italian-English blend
firm family fave
.
by Scooj
