THE PASSENGER (1st draft Oct ’13)
(With apologies to ‘The Windhover’ by Gerard Manley Hopkins, a poet whose amazing kaleidoscope of vocabulary I greatly admire)
In vorsprung rhythm
I caught this morning morning’s first bus, commuter to London’s sole hope,
Fume-belching rattle-trap in its tardy thumping o’er the pot-holed highway
Low-way, no-way, go-‘way unsteady lurchingwards hold-oh-so-tight ding-ding-a-ling
Tintinnabulation in my misery! Then left abaft, swing lo sweet left hand turn
And throw the pensioned biddy to the deck. Ah! Rich misery of age upon the floor
The scramble for the papers cast adrift
A farce for a pass, the treachery, the unrestrained loss O! Weep or move along inside.
Brute power, gross noisy lump hurl’d down a thirty limi-it’d lane
Black-smoke emitting diesel, in its trail
Coughing birds, flatten-ed mice and griev-i-ous unmischiev-i-ous ex-vitalis-ed bunnies.
O! No surprises there then. Sheer speed and lack of sleep and feeble brake
Make rough the morning dash to catch a train
And tumbled bleeding travellers pay due salute with pale smile and bitter-stomach’d thanks
A CINQUAINE IN HONOUR OF DENISE, THE WIFE OF A FRIEND (1st draft 4 Feb ’14)
Held her body
Bright fire now releases her
Hurls her sunwards free to dance light
SONNET ; UK 2014 (1ST draft Feb ’14)
This country is 10th wealthiest on earth
a place of peace, of people ruled by law.
Our countrymen – by accident of birth –
can make free choice, move forward or withdraw.
Religion is no threat, we freely vote,
our press is biased, yes, but it is free.
No secret watcher damns us with a note
anonymous. Here we’re at liberty
to be as loud, opinioned, critical,
as can be tolerated by our peers,
and leaders – wealthy, hypocritical –
brush of with smile and guile our misplaced fears:
Yet I believe statistics, and they’ve said
The lines are growing longer for free bread.
NEW COMPUTER (1st draft Mar ’14)
I’ve bought a new computer
And it’s going to change my life
It’ll cook an English breakfast
Whilst it’s pleasuring the wife
It’s going to write amazing poems
And translate them into Latin
Then check up on my BMI
And keep me safe from statins.
My PC is my new best friend
It’s small, it’s black, it’s shiny
Its memory is massive
Even though its footprint’s tiny …
Oh no! my poem’s interrupted
The f.. f.. file’s corrupted.