Tag: Poetry

Aztec Camera

 

I always wanted

a buckskin jacket, like the

one Roddy Frame wore.

 

by Scooj

 

  • I saw a man wearing a buckskin jacket on my way to work this morning. It was perfect, and it reminded me of my lifelong desire to own one. Now I am 50-something I feel like I have earned the right to treat myself to one, and guess what…I’m going to do it.

Planet v economy

 

Winning the global

race is irrelevant if

there are no runners.

 

by Scooj

Sunday roast

 

Some eggs, flour and milk

and a very hot oven;

Yorkshire pudding done.

 

by Scooj

Boat

 

In the shadow of

Brunel’s finest, but worthy

of such company.

 

by Scooj

Graduation

 

Happy happy day,

mums and dads brimming with pride;

mortar boards and gowns.

 

by Scooj

Hanging

 

Too much on my mind;

I begin to forget words

and say ‘thing’…a lot.

 

by Scooj

Black Headed Gulls

 

Fearing my approach

gulls sidle away from me

before taking flight.

 

by Scooj

Parhelion

 

A left hand sun dog

hanging in the freezing sky

Winter’s on the way.

 

by Scooj

Windfall

 

Roaring winds recede

and stillness descends. Fallen

apples, food for worms.

 

by Scooj

Fortunate

 

When you don’t have much

it seems any chair will do;

I have many chairs.

 

by Scooj