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A little bonus poetry Friday.
Pure Welsh Gold
Cra Cra Cra Cra Craaaa
Splat!
Fucking hell.
Fucking Seagulls.
This is a poem version of one of my stories this week. The River.
The River
Cool clean water.
Trundling.
Sparking in the sunshine.
The blood, the bitterness
gone
with the flow of history.
with the flow of history.
A gardener's broom,
Old, yet new,
A link to the past,
refreshed everyday.
Hmmm I wonder if this would be better in a different order. I do like an anagram poem.
The River
Hmmm I wonder if this would be better in a different order. I do like an anagram poem.
The River
Cool clean water.
Trundling.
Sparking in the sunshine.
A gardener's broom,
Old, yet new,
A link to the past,
refreshed everyday.
The blood, the bitterness
gone
with the flow of history.
The next poem is a true story. A tragic story, a silly poem.
Cheese Salad
The menu said, cheese salad.
My taste buds said, yes please,
but on the plate in front of me
is a mound of grated cheese.
No tomato, radish, cucumber.
There's no sign of lettuce leaves.
No, on the plate in front of me
is a mound of grated cheese.
No Camemberts, or Roqueforts,
no Stiltons and no Bries
No, on the plate in front of me
is grated Cheddar cheese.
I like poetry Fridays :-)
ReplyDeleteHope you enjoy short story rest of the week too :-) I think there is a good chance there will be at least one more poetry Friday and maybe two.
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