Tag: Poetry

Summer holiday

I remember the day you died

we had been playing all of us
in the garden around the house.
We squeezed in the car for a trip
oh! happy day with my cousins

I remember the day you died

I looked forward to the summers
spending time with your family
you were all like siblings to me
at least, during the holidays

I remember the day you died

we had a tumble, you and I
and our heads banged hard leaving bumps
your head small, you were only two
you shed tears and after we laughed

I remember the day you died

I left you then to stay over
with our grandparents for a while
and that was it
I wouldn’t see you again

That was the day you died

drowned alone in the swimming pool.
The call came through to my grandma
I’d never seen them cry before.
Then the sadness that never left.

I still had the bump on my head
something from you so tangible
I wanted to keep it always
but it went as I knew it would.

Many years have passed little cuz.

I can’t forget the day you died.

by Scooj

For E.K.

Drift

 

Once, I knew you well.

Thick as thieves, friends forever.

Old now. Friends no more.

 

by Scooj

Spotify joy

.

An algorithm 

that knows your favourite tracks;

a restorative. 
by Scooj

Brave face

 

It is difficult

to hide the feelings I have

when it all goes wrong.

.

by Scooj.
• On failing to secure a job I recently was interviewed for.

Fire

 

And I in hades

must gaze in awe at the flames

that will consume me.

 

by Scooj

Mimic

 

Incorporation

of natural forms, calms the

fraught urban landscape.

 

by Scooj

On College Green

 

Crows strutting their stuff;

I am suspicious of their

murderous intent.

 

by Scooj

Unfettered

 

Child oblivious,

zig-zagging and jump-jumping,

happy and carefree.

 

by Scooj

Impatient

.

Come Spring and banish

these long nights and impotent 

days. Bring me succour. 

.

by Scooj

Funeral talk

 

Uncomfortable

conversations about death.

Inevitable.

 

by Scooj