Tag: poem

Catches me out every time

 

A daily hazard

on entering the greenhouse,

gossamer garotte.

 

by Scooj

Marc Almond

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A retiring chap

I dance with my pen; others

dance to tainted love.

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by Scooj

Let’s rock Bristol

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Young and old

gather on the Downs

in the sun

having fun

watching bands from the 80s

nostalgic day trip.

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by Scooj

Ironic

 

My allotment is

looking good despite neglect,

perhaps less work works.

 

by Scooj

Harbour

 

The tidal rhythm

a familiar cycle

for old harbour boats.

 

by Scooj

 

Swifts

 

Familiar screech

decorating whitened skies;

a British summer.

 

by Scooj

Normal service resumed

.

Allotment neglect

mind on other things lately;

afternoon well spent.

.

by Scooj

Woodland burial

 

No sombre salute

instead joyful remembrance

of a life well lived.

 

by Scooj

 

 

Getting to know you

 

Acquainting myself

with my departed father

reading his scrap books;

it seems strange that we never

covered this ground together.

 

by Scooj