Chauntecleer was proud
the fox was even prouder
Pertelote knew this.
by Scooj
Tag: Poetry
One trick pony
Other poetry
scares the living daylights out
of me; not ready.
by Scooj
Nightmare
Sitting bolt upright
in bed, too frightened to sleep;
shadows leave the room.
by Scooj
246. Wilder Street (4)
There was one final gift for Bristolians that Shalak Attack and Bruno Smoky (Clandestinos) left behind on their recent trip to Bristol…this brilliantly colourful masked face. This was another surprise for me in Wilder Street, an area which is now firmly on my routine street art patrols.
There is something of acarnival feel to this piece, and it has an unmistakably South American touch.
I still feel privileged that Clandestinos came to Bristol and left these remarkable pieces, however the story is not all good I’m afraid. The piece I wrote about by Shalak Attack in Stokes Croft has been tagged with a rather poor ‘throw up’.
The great piece next to it by SPZero76 and Mr Wigz has similarly been defaced. For less than a week, all five arches of the Carriageworks had clean untagged pieces in them…a first since I have been writing these posts. No longer. It is the nature of the beast I’m afraid, but disappointing nonetheless.
Vitriol
The poison in my
blood that keeps me alive will
be the death of me.
by Scooj
Japanese Knotweed
Hostile alien
ornamental, unwelcome
in the native lands.
by Scooj
- Edited because I can’t count. The word ‘hostile’ replaces ‘invasive’. Sorry fellow counters.
Tough love
It’s hard not to beat
yourself up after getting
mad with your children.
by Scooj
Garden seat
A wedding present
bathed in glorious sunshine
I sit with eyes closed.
by Scooj
Wisteria
Cascading florets
casting out subtle purples
and pinks. And the scent.
by Scooj
Mayflower
River of blossom
sweet-scented and soft to touch
let me bathe in you.
by Scooj
Natural adventures 