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A Poetry Whiz-Out…

June 13, 2013

Hi Folks,

Thought I’d whiz out a few poems while I have a spare mo’.  Won’t be too many spare mo’s on Sunday, my usual day for posting, as it’s Father’s Day.  As a dad and grandad with a wonderful family, I plan to enjoy it!  Hope all you other dads out there have a great day too.

So, my latest bunch of Linkedin poetry postings…

 

First up, a triolet inspired by an evening walk over Flamborough Head, as described in my previous post, ‘North Yorkshire’ (02/06/13).

 

PILLBOX

 

From the war, ugly, a concrete pillbox,

Colourful in wildflowers of the cliff;

Kittiwakes, herring gulls, raucous in flocks.

 

From the war, ugly, a concrete pillbox,

Gannets quite safe here, at home on the rocks;

Lovers canoodling after a tiff.

 

From the war, ugly, a concrete pillbox,

Colourful in wildflowers of the cliff…

 

~

Next, a haiku.  Following our Yorkshire break, it was back to reality, fences and shed to paint…

 

DEFIANCE

 

Thorns in back of hand,

Wrestling shrubs to paint fence,

I defy the rain.

 

~

Vers libre.  I wrote the first draft of this one on my 47th birthday in 1994, in mid-career as a social housing manager.  I was working in gorgeous surroundings at the time, within sight of Kinder Scout.

 

COUNTDOWN

 

Midnight in bed,

And a whirling, rustling spiral of dreams,

Fragments of the day gone by,

Dead leaves in a storm.

 

2 a.m.,

And a lingering whiff of witchcraft,

The smell of an old tramp,

Woodfire for warmth in the snow.

 

4 a.m.,

And a hazy moon replicated on my pane,

Ghostly eyes, accusing still:

“S’alright for you, Guv, you’ve gorra big house.”

 

6 a.m.,

And downriver a cock crows,

Time to do it all again, almost:

Another day with the homeless.

 

~

Finally, another triolet, a romantic fantasy written over a midnight lager.

 

RAINBOW

 

Aye, we saw it, the end of the rainbow,

many years ago, on a road now gone,

enchanted villages, love in full flow.

Aye, we saw it, the end of the rainbow,

lingering lips moist, in the woodland yon.

Aye, we saw it, the end of the rainbow,

many years ago, on a road now gone…

 

~

Copyright © Paul Beech 2013

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