Tag: Poetry

Eocene

 

A long time ago

the Bracklesham deposits

were laid down to rest.

 

by Scooj

Happy

 

Irrepressible

good mood on a Monday morn’

I should bottle it!

 

by Scooj

Rain 

.

Uncomplaining they,

while I watch them play netball

 in the pouring rain.

.

by Scooj

Let me be

 

Summer daydreams are

rudely interrupted by

the here and the now.

 

by Scooj

It’s a very British thing

 

Some things are just too

funny; Johnners and Aggers

corpsing still kills me.

 

by Scooj

 

  • Reminded of a small piece of cricket commentary:

Exeter

 

Eclectic city

a mish-mash of new and old

buildings cheek by jowl.

 

by Scooj

Waiting Room

Not a book in sight

nor a newspaper; the age

of the phone pulls in.

by Scooj

Day end

 

Sky blue turns to gold

to orange to red to black

this winter nightfall.

 

by Scooj

Plane diverted due to fog

 

An unexpected

visitor literally

descending tonight.

 

by Scooj