Well we’ve
reached poetry Friday 31, a milestone of sorts falling as it does in between 30
and 32. Two poems this week. Hope you enjoy.
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Meal Deal
The picture on
the screen
above the
spotty server's head
makes what we
are about to receive,
look delicious,
nutritious,
yet wicked.
We're giving in
to temptation,
to the ultimate
sin.
After a deep
breath, we unwrap.
But try as we
might,
we can't hide,
the mutual
disappointment.
We plough on
without appetite, Without
pleasure. You
leave yours half eaten.
I finish,
but without
satisfaction.
Shakespeare’s
Sonnet, Sonnet 18, Shall I compare thee
to a summer’s day, proves that Shakespeare didn’t live in Wales.
If Shakespeare lived in Wales.
Your face is
like thunder
your eyes cold
and grey.
Can’t remember
your sunshine,
you’re like a
Welsh Summer’s day.
You’re dark
morn to evening,
cold, like wet
clay,
a chill wind
from the west
you’re a Welsh
summer’s day.
Then quite
without warning
a smile bright
and gay,
it happens once
a year,
a sunny Welsh
summer’s day.
Despite all
your anger, I love you, I say
and I will
compare thee to a Welsh summer’s day.
I hope you
enjoy the poems, remember if you did please share them with your friends.
Have a great
weekend.
All the things I like about your poetry: sense of humour, poetic descriptions, attention to details, the rhythm, double meanings (or am I a dirty minded freak if I see another meaning in the first one?), openness to many different interpretaions - Is that the town the poet is speaking to in the second one? The town he loves although others find it ugly and dull? Or is it a woman? (in whcih case I can see another reference to Shakeaspare: The Taming of the Shrew). BTW, a skillful man can turn any wicked woman into a fountain of sunshine and joy.
ReplyDeletethank you, I am flattered, I think you have interpreted both poems pretty accurately
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