Shall I unlock
Eliot’s Prufrock
Where poetic mist
Shrouds meaning?
A dinner party.
Perhaps something arty
Yet some insist
On another meaning …
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Category Archives: creative writing
Envelope
She’s late for their date.
Its always the same way.
After their play
She takes away
An invisible rope
In a plain, white envelope
A Young Man of Liverpool and His Mule
There once was a young man of Liverpool
Who rode round the town on a mule.
As he rested in Tesco
A young lady named Flo
Said, “how much for you and that mule!”
There Was a Young Lady of Rangoon
There was a young lady of Rangoon
Who decided to fly to the moon.
Whilst pausing at Southend
She found a boyfriend.
And flew with him back to Rangoon
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Samantha
Samantha tells a story of a young girl forced into prostitution in the city of Liverpool. Can Sam’s love for Peter, a man she meets in a nightclub, save her? Or will Sam end her life in the murky waters of Liverpool’s Albert Dock?
Tales of the unexpected, ranging from stories of crime and vengeance through to ghostly happenings in an ancient mansion.
K Morris Poet reading his poem ‘A Poet Who Sat Drinking His Wine’
Kevin Morris reading his poems ‘Barely a Bird I Heard’ and ‘I Would Rather Be a Tree’ on Youtube
A reading of my poems on Youtube.
April Author Newsletter
I have just uploaded my April Author Newsletter which can be found here.
A Poet Who Sat Drinking His Wine
A poet who sat drinking his wine
Said, “young ladies they are truly divine.
But too few women
Are tempted by sinning”.
And he wept whilst drinking his wine.
Bounded Intimacy
He knows her first name.
As they play.
The game of bounded intimacy
She does withhold
What some call her soul.
For in this bounded game
Of golden intimacy
A girl’s family name
Is not for He.
K Morris - Poet 