You left your shoes behind
And it still occupies my mind.
You were neither white nor black,
And there is no turning back
For those shoes you left behind,
Which still occupy my mind.
Your accent was upper class
But, somewhere along the line
Fine
Metal
Did settle
For brass.
You left your shoes behind
And they still occupy my mind.
It is rarely white or black.
And the way
To a brass tack
Is easier than some say.
Today (3 October) is National Poetry Day here in the United Kingdom. This years theme is truth, although you can write about anything, https://nationalpoetryday.co.uk/celebrate-national-poetry-day/.
To celebrate National Poetry Day I am publishing my poem “Shadows On The Wall”:
“Shadows on the wall,
I recall.
One cannot catch a shade,
For it is made
Of moonbeams
And passing dreams”.
“Shadows On The Wall” can be found in “The Selected Poems of K Morris”, which is available in paperback and Kindle formats here, https://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B07WW8WXPP/.
If you wish to share a poem you can use the hashtag #NationalPoetryDay.
When a young lady named May
Said, “its National Poetry Day Today”,
And I replied, “no, its tomorrow”,
She wept in such great sorrow,
That I said, “please, go away!”.
Awaking with the beautiful dawn
I gave a tremendous yawn,
And as I rolled over in bed
I with great pleasure said,
“Its nice to know you, Miss Dawn”.
On the evening of Sunday 29 September, I was privileged to meet Sally Walford and her partner in my favourite Bangladeshi restaurant.
I had seen Sally on several previous occasions. However I had not had the pleasure of conversing with her until Sunday evening.
I was intrigued to find that Sally is a children’s author and has published “The Clutter Monster”, The book description of which reads as follows:
“The Clutter Monster lives in the land of Mess, a monster who loves nothing more than very messy children and very messy playrooms.
This story for children , The Clutter Monster, tells the tale of one dark night when two messy children are spotted by The Clutter Monster.
Only The Decluttering Dog has the secret of how to make the Monster go.
Will he get to them in time to save their fate?
This delightful tale encourages children to tidy up their toys and keep on top of that clutter!”.
Whilst I haven’t read “The Clutter Monster”, I see from Amazon and Goodreads that the book has received a number of excelent reviews.
You can find out more about “The Clutter Monster” by Sally Walford here, https://thecluttermonster.com.
A young man named Steed
Having a very strong need,
Approached a girl called Nell
Who, I’m ashamed to tell,
Poured him some strong mead!
There was a young man named Steve
Whose habit it was to thieve.
He broke into the house of Hogg,
Who owns a fearce old dog,
And few people grieve for Steve!
When a young lady named Henrietta
Sent me an extremely rude letter,
I replied in a trice,
“That was not very nice,
And your spelling is atrocious, Henrietta!”.
A naughty young lady named Bella
Had more than just 1 fella,
But a bishop called Paul
Didn’t like that at all,
So saved her, by marrying Bella!
A young lady named Leigh
Is fond of erotic poetry,
Which she recites each night
By the moon’s soft light,
Whilst looking straight at me!
A young lady named Leigh
Is extremely fond of erotic poetry,
Which she writes each night
By the star’s bright light,
Whilst I’m hiding up a tree!
When a young lady whose name is Yvette
Said, “my hair is very wet”,
And I said, “come in from the rain”,
She replied with the greatest disdain,
“But then my hair would not be wet!”.
K Morris - Poet 