Category Archives: creative writing

When A Young Man Named Mr Pat

When a young man named Mr Pat
Said, “has anyone seen my new hat?”,
His sister’s friend Miss Claire
Fell asleep in her armchair.
And Pat’s cat grew sleek and fat.

A Wonderful Review of My “Selected Poems”

I was pleased to receive a wonderful review of my “Selected Poems”. To read the review please follow this link, https://echoesinanemptyroom.com/2020/10/21/the-selected-poems-of-k-morris/.

To read a free sample, or to purchase my “Selected Poems”, please go to https://www.amazon.com/dp/B07WW8WXPP/.

Poet Kevin Morris To Be Interviewed For Vancouver Co-Op Radio’s The World Poetry Reading Series at 9 pm (UK Time) on Thursday 22 October

A little under 2 weeks ago, I was interviewed by Ariadne Sawyer, over Zoom, for the World Poetry Reading Series, https://worldpoetry.ca/.

The interview (during which I read several of my poems), will be broadcast on Vancouver Co-Op Radio’s the World Poetry Reading Series at 9 pm (UK time) on Thursday 22 October.

You can find a podcast of my previous appearance on the World Poetry Reading Series (24 September) here, http://www.coopradio.org/content/world-poetry-caf%C3%A9-108.

My thanks to Ariadne Sawyer for hosting me on the World Poetry Reading Series.

When My Neighbour, Whose Name Is Rose

When my neighbour, whose name is Rose
Walked the streets whilst wearing no clothes,
Prim and proper Miss Hocking
Said, “your behaviour is shocking!”.
So I gave Rose back her clothes!

When I Found Beautiful Miss Cath

When I found beautiful Miss Cath
Soaking in my brand new bath,
I played on my violin
A tune of sweet sin.
But all she did was laugh!

When I Saw My Friend Major Jones

When I saw my friend Major Jones
Firing his gun at some old bones,
And I said to him, “Sir,
Where is your dear wife Clair?”.
He pointed his gun at those bones.

My Old Friend, Whose Name Is Binder

My old friend, whose name is Binder
Has a job as a clock winder.
A young lady called White
Walks the streets at night.
Where she often meets my friend Binder.

Photograph

I was deeply moved when, on entering my local pub yesterday (Saturday 17th October), I found that the pub had, on prominent display a photograph of my former guide dog Trigger.

Distance shot of Trigger’s photo

Distance shot of Trigger’s photo

I have long since lost count of the number of occasions on which Trigger and I would visit the pub. Whilst I enjoyed chatting to friends over a pint (or more)! of beer Trigger would enjoy being stroked, or vacuuming up the crisps or nuts which he so adeptly managed to find on the carpet! He was a typical lab/retriever (but possessed of his own unique lovable personality), and is still sadly missed by me, and so many other people who knew him.

The below poem, “Early Morning Walk”, was written shortly after having walked Trigger in woods close to my home. Dogs live in the moment. They do not become obsessed with useless thought as do we humans, and we have so much to learn from them.

My dog snuffles
and scuffles
amongst the leaves.
He is just there
With no care
For what I think
As I drink
In the fresh morning air.

Should you happen to be in the Crystal Palace/Gipsy Hill area, and fancy a pint in convivial surroundings, you can find the Railway Bell (and Trigger’s photograph) here, https://www.rampubcompany.co.uk/visit-pubs/railway-bell.

The Railway Pub

My thanks to my friend Jeff for taking the photograph, and my friend Henry for printing it.

Close-up of Trigger’s photo

Close-up of Trigger’s photo

My thanks also to Danielle of The Railway Bell for her kindness in having the photograph framed and arranging for it to be displayed in the pub.