We continue to go about our hum-drum lives while others are suffering loss.
K Morris reading his poem ‘Milk’.
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Monthly Archives: June 2021
Foxes Mating – Flash Fiction
“The foxes are mating”, I said.
Then, in bed
You used a word rarely heard
In polite company.
But there was no tea party.
Merely us 3.
Mabel’s Stable (Part 2)
When an active young lady named Mabel
Invited me into her father’s dark stable
Her cousin Jane
Did loudly complain
And the squire fell off the table!
Mabel’s Stable
When a young lady named Mabel
Invited me into her father’s dark stable
We discussed her horse
And the race course –
As her father was in the stable!
When a Young Lady in a Doze
When a young lady in a doze
Said, “I’ll punch you on your nose!”.
I shook my grey head
And climbed out of bed.
And that girl still has my toes!
I Awoke From a Doze
I awoke from a doze
Refreshed, in my old armchair.
Who knows
I may go that way.
For many a man goes
In doze.
If it be so
I shall not know.
You Gave To Me
You gave to me
A part
Of thee.
But the tick tock
Of the inexorable clock
Told me your heart
Was not
With me.
No memento
Have I of thee
Though perhaps a part
Lives on in art.
But the inexorable clock
May measure
More time together.
I know not.
My Midnight Stroll
Whilst walking through the churchyard at midnight
I received a bit of a fright
When mischievous Miss Spink
Gave me a wink,
And the vicar wished me good night …
Miss Khan’s Barn
I know a young lady named Miss Khan
Who lives in a charming old hay barn.
I like to play
In the sweet hay.
As I love Miss Khan’s charming old barn …
Bed
At his leisure
He takes his pleasure.
A spark dies
In a girl’s eyes.
How many tills
And blood red bills
Must be fed?
All our lust
And fear of dust
Ends in bed
K Morris - Poet 