The Sunday roast is
in the oven; my tummy
rumbles hollow tunes.
by Scooj
Tag: poem
Rural tag
Abandoned fossil
hunt; inclement weather, so
left my moniker.
by Scooj
Circumstance
Falling through the cracks
victims of austerity;
my head hangs in shame.
by Scooj
- I sometimes struggle with the word victim, and the ‘victim culture’ that thrives during ‘shocks’ of all kinds. In this case I feel the word is valid.
Survivor
Forgotten gateway
to who knows where? neglected
and incongruous.
by Scooj
The curse of adulthood
When I was young I
saw only the wonder of
the world; no longer.
by Scooj
Relentless
Since dawn, the sad rain
leaves its depressing stain on
all that it touches.
by Scooj
Love me
You tell me these things
as if I need reminding;
I like to love me.
by Scooj
Game
It’s not the losing
that hurts; it is the manner
in which it is lost.
by Scooj
109. Hurle road.
I pass this mural every week on the way to my daughter’s piano lesson. Every time I see it, I say to my daughter “I must get a picture of that”. She groans, and has become very bored with me repeating myself.
Today I took the pictures. This commissioned piece appears on the side of a shop on the Whiteladies Road. A commission is probably the only way street art is going to make it into this area. It is by Andy Council, and I have posted a couple of his works previously from the Hotwell Road and Nelson street. You will see he has a very distinctive style.
His works often incorporate Bristol landmarks and here he has included the Clifton Suspension Bridge. This is very safe street art, but brightens up the area nonetheless.
6/10
Gathering
Hosting a party
and we’re quite out of practice;
first…tidy the house.
by Scooj
Natural adventures 