Tag: Poetry

Clear out

.

Sorting and chucking

bitter-sweet experience

Letting go is tough

.

by Scooj

Bristol Frome

.

Riparian strip

emerges unculverted

urban oasis

.

by Scooj

Abstinence

.

Pretty confection

vicarious consumption

birthday cake ordered

.

by Scooj

Remember him

.

Sorting through boxes

the stench of cigarette smoke

I remember dad

.

by Scooj

Beauty

.

When my bashful gaze

lingers too long on your face

take it in good faith

.

by Scooj

Coronation

.

Charlie the Green King

born into great privilege

for the common good

.

by Scooj

Mating game

Shield bugs, Redland, Bristol, June 2014
Shield bugs, Redland, Bristol, June 2014

.

A pair of shield bugs

in an intimate moment

among bramble thorns

.

by Scooj

Urban night sky

.

Moonlight corrupted

while street light luminescence

bounces off the clouds

.

by Scooj

Lighthouse Community Garden

.

Undeveloped block

space for people and nature

urban oasis

.

by Scooj

  • I ran a workshop on Thursday in a fabulous little venue in Stratford, a part of London that has undergone an extraordinary amount of development before, during and since the London Olympic. The Lighthouse Community Garden is the last undeveloped space in the Area and demonstrates how valuable community green space is. It is there at the mercy of developers, and will eventually be swallowed up by concrete and glass as yet another unaffordable housing project gets the go ahead, for buy-to-letters to make a killing, exploiting underpaid workers of London.

Trapped on a train

.

Snorting and sneezing

infection circulating

in a contained space

.

by Scooj

* since Covid-19 I am much more aware of people around me who might be sick and spreading their infection. I simply don’t understand why people don’t stay at home, or at the very least carry some tissues with them. It is about manners and new norms, but some people (the one sitting behind me) simply don’t care.