Monthly Archives: July 2026

Forthcoming Poetry Collection: Shadows and Birdsong

I am pleased to announce that my poetry collection, Shadows and Birdsong, will be available to purchase from Amazon in Kindle and paperback in the next 4-6 weeks.

 

Book Description:

 

  Shadows and Birdsong brings together poems that reflect on nature, memory, friendship, and the quiet passing of time. Moving through woodlands, graveyards and everyday rooms, Kevin Morris writes about the moments that stay with us and the ones that slip away.

The collection touches on ageing, loss, companionship, and the small details that shape a life: birds calling in the trees, the steady tick of a clock, the feel of rain, the presence of shadows. Some poems remember those who are gone; others simply observe the world as it is, with its mix of beauty and impermanence.

Dave in a Grave

When I found a young man named Dave

Lying in a freshly dug grave,

And I said, “are you dead?”,

He said, “No! I am ted!”

I said, “No, you are most definitely Dave!”

 

Interview with Author Audrey Driscoll on the World Poetry Cafe

On Tuesday 21 July I was delighted to be joined by author Audrey Driscoll Audrey Driscoll’s Blog | Elements and Transformations on the World Poetry Café. The interview begins approximately 22 minutes into the podcast and can be found here https://www.mixcloud.com/VictorSchwartzman/world-poetry-cafe-july-23-with-kevin-morris-and-audrey-driscoll/.

 

 

My thanks to Audrey Driscoll for joining me on the World Poetry Café.

Postmodernism

Let us deconstruct all things

In this Postmodernist day.

All our elusions must fall

Away

And everything be analysed

Until our eyes

Can no longer see

Beyond this reductionist

Ideology

After the Rol Play (Fiction)

We role played.

Afterwards you stayed

And spoke of your childhood

Which, on the whole, was good.

 

Then you told me

Of a family friend’s knee …

 

But now you are at university

And all that was long ago,

And besides, you do not know

Whether it was really so.

And of course you are free

To say “no”

To me

 

It happened years ago

And I have no responsibility

For what he may

Or may not have done.

 

 

Its just fun

To engage in role play.

No harm is done

Or so we say

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Early Morning

Sitting in just

My boxer shorts

In the cool of a summer morning,

I think on is and ought.

 

 

I touch

My own skin.

And think how thin

Is the veil

That separates me

From the eternity

Of dust

 

Consumer

A man in a sweet shop chooses

From a menu online.

The sweets are divine

The website says

So no-one loses.

 

The candy arrives

In pretty bows

And wrapping

Fragile as flowers.

 

He knows

How it goes:

The tapping of heels

Bring deals

Of sugar sweet

He can’t keep,

While the website

Offers fleeting delights

Of fresh flowers

He takes,

But his thirst

Remains unslaked