Tag: poem

Winter happens, right?

 

Snow came and we saw;

a national obsession

sated. Now the floods.

 

by Scooj

 

Is it me, or has winter recently become a highly unusual event? We have four seasons, and although climate change is mixing things up a bit, we do still have those four seasons. The news coverage about our weather has become almost non-stop and utterly over the top.

This is a narrative led by successive governments that are reputation driven and risk averse. A millimeter of snow in Bristol is news? This focus and emphasis reminds me of the worst kind of distraction agenda-setting. Our nation is on its knees, EU Exit (formerly known as Brexit) is in a horrendous muddle, Trump, NHS, homelessness, public sector dismantling. Things are not going well in the UK, so let’s talk about the weather, it’s something we can all rally round…isn’t it?

OK I’m done now.

Childish

 

Anticipation

of snow, too much to bear; still

the child is in me.

 

by Scooj

Snow forecast

 

The winter sunshine

full of deceit, tempting us

to believe in spring.

 

by Scooj

Moonlight

.

My late night waking

draws me toward the window

dark skies, bright moonlight.

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by Scooj

Grey sky sailing

.

Masters of the air

gulls soaring effortlessly

and pigeons dancing. 

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by Scooj

Boring

.

At times, words won’t come

probably because my thoughts

are rather boring. 

.

by Scooj

Broken

.

Occasionally 

there is nothing to be done

we can only weep. 

.

by Scooj

Animal Farm

 

Farmer driven off;

animals rule! Some are more

equal than others.

 

by Scooj

Secondment over

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Last train journey home

the London experience 

has come to an end. 

.

by Scooj
On completing a six month assignment working two days a week in London. Ahhh, Bristol 24/7. 

Colours

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Blue, gold and silver,

the heavenly hues of a

frosty winter dawn. 

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by Scooj