Tag: poem

London

 

There is little one

can say or do, nothing seems

to make it better.

 

by Scooj

 

Leaving Paris

 

America first

the rest of the world suffers;

Mr Trump-Magoo.

 

by Scooj

Mount Teide

.

Highest peak in Spain

and mother of Tenerife;

we leave you in peace. 

.

by Scooj

Holiday shackles 

.

The all-inclusive

branded wristbands are removed;

not my cup of tea. 

.

by Scooj

Tower of power

.

Slide of blind panic,

a hillside in five seconds;

solo water chute.

.

by Scooj

Vulcan

.

Deep from the belly

of Mother Earth, lava spews;

burning red rivers

.

by Scooj

Hotel WiFi

.

When four into three

won’t go, each of us bumping

the next; rotation. 

.

by Scooj

Family time

.

Playing knock out whist

and rummy; these are the days

we will remember.

.

by Scooj

Tenerife

.

Island cast adrift

from Africa’s desert shore;

volcanic mountain.

.

by Scooj

Airport time

.

Tenerife awaits;

a mixture of excitement

and anxiety. 

.

by Scooj