Tag: Poetry

Rose chafer

 

Emerald thunder

crashing through the shrubbery

sweet sound of summer.

 

by Scooj

Fly catcher

 

Bounding through long grass

ear tips and tail mark the way

Ruben out hunting.

 

by Scooj

Catches me out every time

 

A daily hazard

on entering the greenhouse,

gossamer garotte.

 

by Scooj

Marc Almond

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A retiring chap

I dance with my pen; others

dance to tainted love.

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by Scooj

Let’s rock Bristol

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Young and old

gather on the Downs

in the sun

having fun

watching bands from the 80s

nostalgic day trip.

.

by Scooj

Ironic

 

My allotment is

looking good despite neglect,

perhaps less work works.

 

by Scooj

Harbour

 

The tidal rhythm

a familiar cycle

for old harbour boats.

 

by Scooj

 

Swifts

 

Familiar screech

decorating whitened skies;

a British summer.

 

by Scooj

Normal service resumed

.

Allotment neglect

mind on other things lately;

afternoon well spent.

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by Scooj