Tag: Poetry

England v Germany

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Two old enemies

battle it out on the pitch

to the victor, spoils

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by Scooj

Euro 2020

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Round of last sixteen

the gift that keeps on giving

more than just a game

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by Scooj

Purdown Battery

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Walk interrupted

film crew shooting at Purdown

safer kind of shot

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by Scooj

Grasshoppers

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Atomies gather

highly strung and highly sprung

Bumper hopper year

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by Scooj

Social distance

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Infidelity

or breaking the COVID rules

which is more sinful?

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by Scooj

On the news today that Matthew Hancock, Health Secretary, has been caught on camera snogging an advisor he appointed into a senior role with the NHS. This at a time when he is advising the general public to maintain social distancing. All of this and little mention of his infidelity (it is a ‘private’ matter).

There is so much wrong with this whole episode on every level. Sadly we seem to just expect or accept this kind of behaviour from those in power and disregard it. For a country that is peddling itself as ‘Global Britain’ this is just another deeply embarrassing and damaging affair. No dignity. Shameful.

Mini break

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The girl returns home

weathered and very chatty

family restored

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by Scooj

Father’s Day

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My fathers are gone

today I celebrate them

fondest memories

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by Scooj

Tent

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Ten years old or more

practice pitch in the garden

the girl goes camping

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by Scooj

Parsley in my ears

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Waiting for the boy

to watch the match together

the joy of playback

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shut out all noises or clues

I’ll put parsley in my ears

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by Scooj

This is a rather cryptic Tanka which I am composing while waiting for my son to get home from his late shift so that we can watch the England v Scotland match together on playback. I have to guard against hearing the neighbours shouting or turning on the radio or even using my phone in case I see or hear anything that might give away the score.

Putting parsley in my ears is an oblique reference to an Asterix cartoon book ‘Asterix the Gladiator’ in which the Roman soldiers put parsley in their ears so that they wouldn’t hear Cacofonix the bard singing, such was the dreadful noise he made.