Friday, 10 February 2017

Poetry Friday 32

Poetry Friday 32, well, well, well, will it ever stop? Three poems this week, A piano, a label and a folly.  Hope you enjoy.

For audio click here.

This first poem is really a work in progress. If you have any suggestions on how to tidy it up, please let me know.

The Concert Pianist
The upright piano
She had to play.

Manipulating the clumsy keys
with her slender fingers,
she tentatively picked out a modest tune.

She plucked a second, third, fourth melody
now playing with gay abandon
enjoying the rustic sound,
and bringing out the best
from the humble strings.

But soon,
the brash acoustics could no longer
satisfy one used to more subtle tones.
So with a smile, she shut
the lid and it fell silent.

Self-Fulfilling Prophecy
I believe
I am,
I shall be.

The Faulty Satnav
“Driver followed satnav
And got stranded in the sea!”
That headline makes you wonder
how thick you have to be
to follow your new gadget
when it takes you for a ride
ignoring all the evidence
that’s right before your eyes.
You think we might have learnt
from this epic fail
but history’s repeating
on a grander scale.
We’ve keyed in our coordinates
and will stay the course
despite the warning signs, we’re
not getting off this horse.
We don’t care if there’s trouble
won’t take no buts or ifs
This country has decided, so
we’ll drive off the Brexit cliff.

So that’s it for another week. I feel like Poetry Friday is a bit like Brexit. It started as a desperate measure in the summer and now I just can’t stop it. To discover if it keeps trundling on out of control, tune in next week.
Have a good weekend.

1 comment:

  1. Bad or good luck Gareth? Long Live the desperate measures that please the readers!