Tag: Poetry

Gove

 

Dishonourable

backstabbing narcissism;

an embarrassment.

 

by Scooj

 

Still angry and ashamed at the way British politics is playing out. See this haiku I wrote on the subject almost a year ago.

Commute

 

Ever-changing views

reward dreamers and gazers

with fields of foxgloves.

 

by Scooj

Deepening depression

 

Joy is sucked out of

the city while the storm clouds

gather to the west.

 

by Scooj

Keep calm and carry on?

 

Seismic changes on

the way; this is no time to

sip a cup of tea.

 

by Scooj

Post Brexit blues

 

Hollow victory

and simmering resentment;

country divided.

 

by Scooj

 

 

Really sorry to draw this out. The wounds here are still sore. In my life I have never known such a divided nation before and unusually, the injured parties are younger people and graduates. What a bad idea the referendum was. The phrase ‘be careful what you wish for’ has never been so apt.

Own goal

 

European league

loses one of its members;

self-inflicted wound.

 

by Scooj

 

Unlike the 51.8% in the UK today, I feel a huge sense of loss. The tolerant, stable and inclusive world my children have grown up in is under real threat. I dearly hope they will be a part of ensuring we continue to embrace our European neighbours in the years to come.

First love

 

When I woke that night

and saw you lying with me

my heart became yours.

 

by Scooj

A photograph is not enough

 

Since you left, I long

to see your face, to talk, to

cup your hands in mine.

 

by Scooj

 

 

Opportunity missed

 

Too shy to advance

what would I say to avoid

offence; best keep quiet.

 

by Scooj

 

Inspired by an entry in my 1988 journal from the Falkland Islands