Silly Poem – Liaison With A Lamp

‘Liaison With A Lamp’ was written in the usual dim lights of a Prado Lounge, whilst observing the sun’s rays begging to be allowed in, and dipping in and out of the collection ‘High Windows’ (available at Waterstones) by the poet Philip Larkin. ‘Only the young can be alone freely. The time is shorter now forContinue reading “Silly Poem – Liaison With A Lamp”

Savvy Poem – Left-Right Invaders

When seeking out a quiet spot, in a quiet cafe, to keep company with paper and pencil, and a pot of tea for one – first, check out the neighbouring tables. Are they empty and are they large? If the answer to either/or both of these questions is ‘yes’, then go sit in a field,Continue reading “Savvy Poem – Left-Right Invaders”

Savvy Poem – SAD

Inspired by Philip Larkin’s poem, ‘Solar’, and composed whilst partaking of an excellent pot of tea, courtesy of Prado Lounge, with the Autumn sun lighting up my morning.   Made sad by the dark and the drear of yesteryear, I feel the pull of solar flames; not for the ‘heat’ of the ‘gold’, or forContinue reading “Savvy Poem – SAD”

Sillily-Serious Poem – Young Boris

I wrote this, yesterday morning (17th Oct, 2019), after observing a youthful Boris lookalike sauntering through St. Peter’s market square, Sudbury. Later that day, I had the misfortune of hearing the news about Boris agreeing a deal with the EU! Boris, young, with same loose tongue, whips, carefree, ‘neath glare of St. Peter’s . CapContinue reading “Sillily-Serious Poem – Young Boris”

Silly Poem – Pink Lippy

Written whilst in Prado, looking out up at a statue of Thomas Gainsborough, lording it over the activities of the Avon lady’s market stall.   Gainsborough lords it high above cerise-pink hood; a flower above all flowers – its bed of make-up puckering lips up for a kiss. Gainsborough smiles, his lips all pink andContinue reading “Silly Poem – Pink Lippy”