I hear what you say.You say it everyday.I’m not going to forget.No way ! Just my mind.Is not kind.So please remind.What you said ? So I get the shopping right.The list I can write.Bread white.Milk light. I’m confused can you say it again.Sorry to be a pain.It’s just plain.My memory has gone again. Roger P…
Author: Chris Goode
Liebeskummer, by Liisa Strong
Night is a dark foeSleep the bus that never comes Listening to the sound of my heartBreaking cell by cell If I’m not carefulI will remember the tender you You should now beOnly a size of a memory Dwindling… Not still toing and froingIn my hearts chambers But dwindling….
on the white horse view trail, by Chris Goode
hovering in far distance the blue ridge of the weald stark trees still dreaming of an almost unachievable Spring last year’s leaf-litter pressed into a shaping suck of mud phantom fractals laying down their memories of sunlight and silent seasons past stilled birdsong hangs in air banded by a young year’s light as we turn…
Turn and Turn again, by Roger Read
Summer moves on through to Autumn. Long gone the Spring bloom and the blossom.Bees buzzing, doves cooing and chicks squabbling.Long gone the ducklings dabbling. Gathering of the Harvest is complete. Bales of straw gathered for the Winter, stored all neat.Bedding, feed and animal heat.Days grow shorter and wetter.Nights grow longer and colder.Green and yellow leaves…
Coconuts and Sheep, by Roger Read
Amongst coconut palms and fallen husks.Chomping on the grass and nibbling the odd shoot.There appears to be a sheep.Here in the tropics ?Not what you would expect to see or hear.A bleat or baa!It’s true. My eyes do not deceive me.I continue to stare at a Hair.So is it a Barbados, St Croix or Katahdin…
The Importance of Eating Properly, by Antony Mair
The book group come tonight, including Graham.I’m giving them a vegetable tagineand then fruit salad – some healthy foodto counter his usual diet of steak and chips. In Waitrose I fill the trolley with fresh produce:spinach, onions, and sweet potatoes. Then melon,pomegranates, grapes and oranges.Fresh ginger, garlic, cinnamon. Fara’s on the till, her lovely faceframed…
What the Blackbirds Told Me, by Jackie Hutchinson
The blackbirds have come back to do their thingto throw their sudden weight and wingThe blackbirds have come back to tell their talesin territorial notes and scalesto wheel and spinand squabble near the garden binsand sing and sing, they’ve come to singand fling themselves at not very much o’clock. Their songs rise twice in the…
Blue to the Edge, by Brian Docherty
To be free, we left our old lives behind,but we never reached the end of our road,even when we reached our shining sea. So many things we never found time for,never got to see the Taj Mahal, or Kyoto,or experience the perfect peace of Iona. Now I have nothing left to lose, but walk on:someone…
God is a DJ, by Susan Evans
Bustling along St James’ Street, on a mission: “I want something’s flesh!” to quote Withnail. I must listen to my body, it wants juicy rib eye! Lived in Brighton a long time, yet I still haven’t managed to fully subscribe to the Lentil Brigade. Striking, young man, his hair in braid, thrusts his postcard towards…
Goodbye Mr C – Coronavirus, by Fliss Pople
Just go away that’s what I say cause you’re not wanted here you can struggle and fight but it’s not right why don’t you go away! so I’ll do as I’m told then I’ll grow old cause you’re not gonna get me!!
Early Spring, by Bob Trinder
Wintry wind Slashing sleet In your face, Spiteful, Sharp Against your skin. And then sun, Shining sickly, Barely warm Until you reach The shelter Of fieldside bushes. Clouds disappearing, A grey blanket-like sky Covering the sun – Until it re-appears, Finding blue spaces And glittering in puddles Of rain water.
Remembered Days, by Jill O’Doherty
Remembered days of flying kites Our eyes up high Looking at sky, the rumbustious string unrestrained, its dance unruly. Sun up there too Warmth like passion Precarious passion, uncertain fantasy. Made dark as heroic tales become taller
Blue Fish, by Jill O’Doherty
I wonder if other fish feel like this and what does a fish do when she’s blue The net tight. She’s that little fish on a dish caught, going nowhere. Deep down, under the water, She’s that little krill in the lonely chill, Waiting on a whale. Shoals apart,she floats and has an out of…
Bars are Reina, by Roger Read
Globe Bar not far ! Then Slip along to the Banana Club. Or fill up at daStation. No relation to an On the Run petrol creation. Cotton Club small and has an exclusive air. Very busy. Prices fair. Vicks Bar to get a bottle of Corona or a jar. Rothi Shop not for clothes or…
A Timely Thought in Isolation, by Bob Trinder
Tick, tock, tick tock, Speed up the clock. Tock, tick, tock, tick Time goes less quick. If I fly into space At a stupendous pace, I’d age less than you The further I flew. Whilst gravity’s pull Will slow time for all, The speed that you fly Also makes it crawl by. So, an hour…