Category Archives: creative writing

Poet Kevin Morris To Appear On Vancouver Co-Op Radio’s The World Poetry Reading Series, at 1:30 PST on Thursday 11 January 2018

I am pleased to announce that I shall be appearing on Vancouver Co-Op Radio’s The World Poetry Reading Series, at 1:30 PST on Thursday 11 January. This equates to 9:30 PM UK time.

During the show I shall be talking about (and reading) my poetry.

You can listen to a previous podcast of me reading from my collection of poetry, “My Old Clock I Wind” by clicking here http://moyhill.com/clock/assets/km_interview2-world_poetry_cafe-2017.04.05.mp3.

To find out about the World Poetry Reading Series please visit http://worldpoetry.ca/

There Are No Pockets In A Shroud

There are no pockets in a shroud.
The proud
And the humble
All must tumble
Into the grave.
But you should save
One solitary coin
To enjoin
The ferryman to take you on
Your final journey.

Stable Doors

The wind does moan
Outside, as my thoughts fly
in circles well known to me.
I lie
Alone,
Unable to close eye
And return to a land
Where I have no command
Over foot or hand.

The morning light filters through curtain.
I am uncertain
Of my inner spring
And no not what today will bring
Other than the endless debate
Over whether I should close the stable gate.
I ought to have said “whoa!”
Long ago
But lacked the will to do so.

A Review Of My Collection Of Poetry, “My Old Clock I Wind”

On checking Goodreads today, I was delighted to come across the below review of my collection of poetry, “My Old Clock I Wind”:

“A wonderful collection of poems by the talented Kevin Morris all of which have the underlying theme of life and time passing.

Three of my favourite poems from this collection are as follows:

Hatters and hares – a very clever poem based on Alice’s experience of having tea with the March Hare and the Mad Hatter in the classic story Alice in Wonderland.
The poem makes the point that everything in our technology based word is not as it seems and that the progress we think we see is deceptive;
What is a double bed? – this extraordinary poem also makes the point that life is temporary and illustrates how we need to grasp it and make the most of
life’s moments before we pass on; and
Count Dracula Went Out to Dine – this poem appealed to my dark sense of humour and I found the depiction of Count Dracula out for a meal and his interaction
with the staff in the restaurant very interesting and amusing.

If you like intriguing and well written poetry, then this is the book for you”.

For the above review please go to https://www.goodreads.com/review/show/2219087573?book_show_action=true&from_review_page=1. My thanks to the reviewer, Robbie Cheadle for taking the time to read and review my book.

My Old Clock I Wind” is available in the Amazon Kindle store:
Amazon UK – https://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B0735JBVBG
Amazon.com – https://www.amazon.com/dp/B0735JBVBG.
You can also find “My Old Clock”, in audio format at Audible.
It is also available (print and ebook) from Moyhill Publishing http://moyhill.com/clock/

An Elderly Libertine Named Fred

An elderly libertine named Fred
Lay upon his deathbed.
His young mistress walked by
And said, with a tear in her eye
“Won’t you sin, one more time, ere your dead?”

An elderly libertine named Fred
Lay upon his deathbed.
When his young mistress walked in
He said, with a grin
“I shall sin,
One more time, ere I’m dead!

Scorpions Of The Mind

I find
That scorpions of the mind
Run rampant in sleep.
To keep
Them at bay
I shall away
And write.

They caper
On paper.
But the thing
Is they will
Return to sting
And bite.
At night.
Therefore To still
The thing that would kill
I must write.

“Oh, full of scorpions is my mind, dear wife!
Thou know’st that Banquo, and his Fleance, lives”.
Macbeth: Act 3, scene 2.

Skin

Going to bed
I shed
My skin. When I awake
I shall take
It up once more
From chair or floor.

One day
I shall go away
Leaving my skin
To be sold in
Some charity store.
Rummaging through bags on the floor
Maybe some shopper will buy
A piece of me.
Perchance a thoughtful soul may wonder why
My skin came to be there.
Or, more likely they will not care
For bargain hunting is the new thing, and besides, giving money to a good cause
Oft results in applause.

Going to bed
They shed
Their skin. When they awake
They shall take
It up once more
From chair or floor …

Ghosts

Some see shapes gray
And say
“They are ghosts”.
Others perceive
Only bedposts
And grieve
For the naive
Fool
Who does believe
In spooks
And ghoul.

The rationalist takes refuge in books
But, on a dark night,
When the electric light
Fails
Even the sceptic sometimes pales
At the unexplained draft
Or shadows on the walls.
As he recalls
Nursery tales.
“I am daft”
He will say,
While fervently praying for the coming of day.