Thursday, October 10

A Poem for memorium Dave King

Such sad news tonight fromBrian of dVerse poetry blog...that the poet Dave King has died.

More than any of the internet poets he encouraged me as I tentatively moved back into writing...something that I had given up for years, after being published and knowing sucess in my 20s.

These two poems are in response to the prompt from Brian to write about someone who has encouraged and inspired us. And these two are written in memory of my father and my mother...who encouraged me in my youth to believe that I had someting to offer and a talent to be explored.

 The Irish Bull
He could spin a good story
That fellow.
He could make you believe
There were fairies.
Convince you that things
Were not just as you thought.
Suck you in
Wrap you round
Make a net with his words.
'Til you felt yourself dizzy
And losing perspective.
Believing his line
With it's hook 
And it's bait.
And the further you fell
For the twinkling words
The closer you came 
To believing his spiel.
Aye, he had a grand way 
With a story.

...thanks dad...

I walked along beside her
In war days.
Trusting her
That she should know the way.
Up the hill
Under the arching trees.
Down the lane 
Into the yard.
A foreign land of mud and hens.
Strong smells.
Scrubbed pine
And Mrs. Brown
Who sold us butter, eggs and bacon.

And then we walked away agin.
Down through the fields
Toward the smoking city.
While the mournful sounds of the curlew
Over the empty countryside.

...thank mum...

...and thankyou Dave for knowing you and your words.

This is for dVerse and is in memorium.

Wednesday, October 9

A Poem for Thursday...Poison.

After a gap of at least a year ...the fly agaric fungi are back...and in more numbers than ever.
Now I'm not unaware of the danger of these....deathly!!
...but they do hold a facination for me and a reluctance to throw them in the bin!!

...these exotic plants are succoured...if innocently the Birch Grove in the field...each tree representing one member of the family... the thoughts are there I'm sure you will realise of the many ways that relationships prosper or fail...within the family unit. the poem to go with it ......

Poison grows and spreads
in the garden.
Under the shivering birches
it grows.
Fiery and red 
it attracts my attention.
Birds and squirrels 
Sample it's wares.
But I am afraid
To touch it
So I leave it there
To prosper/ fester.
Just as Blake left the poison tree.
A Dark Facination remains
In me.

I've popped it on to you tube...but as it's my first foray into this medium...I've not yet discovered exactly how to put it with this post.... you will find it on the one before!!!!

I will succeed!!!

oh nearly forgot to link up with dVerse at the pub....
too much new stuff going on in my head!!