Tag: poem

Heron

Hunched and replete

while Old Father Thames glides by;

enough fish today.

 

by Scooj

Between my finger and my thumb

I can’t dig with my

pen as Seamus does with his.

I’ll dig potatoes.

by Scooj

Inspired by Seamus Heaney’s beautiful poem ‘Digging’ which I read as a child. I love the metaphor. I love the poem.

Summer Berries

Blackberry Sunday;

while I dig the potatoes,

they have all the fun.

 

by Scooj

On my own

When I arrive home

there’ll be no hugs and kisses;

no kids or Mrs.

 

by Scooj

Can’t wait for tomorrow

The Charity Shield,

start of the English season;

come on you Gunners!

 

by Scooj

Disappointing or Pleasing Bench?

Haven for worn legs,

withdrawn and blending into

an urban jungle.

 

by Scooj