Tag: Poetry

Chocks away

 

The journey begins,

braced for a white-knuckle ride

we’re all wing-walkers

 

by Scooj

 

Momentum

 

Now I’m motoring

got the bit between my teeth

nothing can stop me.

 

by Scooj

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