Category Archives: creative writing

A review of my forthcoming collection of poetry, “My Old Clock I Wind And Other Poems”

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I am grateful to Annette Rochelle Aben, for writing the below honest review of my forthcoming collection of poetry, “My Old Clock I Wind and Other Poems”, in exchange for a free electronic copy of the book:

28 March 2017

My review for “My Old Clock I Wind and Other Poems” by Kevin Morris

If you have yet to find yourself lost in a book of poetry by English poet, Kevin Morris, then lose yourself in My Old Clock I Wind and Other Poems. Allow yourself to wander through the changing seasons, to experience the magic of limericks, and to be entertained by the musings of a man who sees this world through different eyes.

You’ll learn about girls with unsuitable shoes, what having dinner with Dracula might be like and wonder if a garden log might be an alligator or perhaps a crocodile. Be thought provoked, by a magpie and perhaps find yourself shaking your head in agreement with the last line of Kevin’s Melting Ice. “and now the call, of the bird, goes unheard, by those drunk on their own words.”

For Kevin Morris, another notch on the belt of his writing career. For us, the readers, yet another opportunity to experience the world through the poetic eyes of a multi-faceted English poet. My Old Clock I Wind and Other Poems belongs in your collection.

Annette Rochelle Aben

 

Date Night

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The black girl talks in a loud voice.
The white man drinks
And thinks
On choice.

The wine is okay.
He knows she will stay
For a while
With her fixed smile.

They chat
About this and that.
“Have you dated white guys before?”
He asks opening the bedroom door.

My Forthcoming Collection of Poetry (An Update)

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I have now received the proof-read manuscript of my forthcoming collection of poetry, “My Old Clock I Wind And Other Poems”.

So what inspired the title of my collection?

On the bookcase in my living room sits a Ting-Tang clock which dates, I believe from the early 1900’s.

The clock inspired the first poem in my collection (and the title of the book) and is entitled, appropriately enough “My Old Clock I Wind”.

As I wound my faithful old time piece I felt acutely aware of time passing. The pendulum swings and another second is, forever lost.

Next Tuesday (4 April) my friend, Jeff will take a photograph of my clock, which will adorn the front cover of “My Old Clock”.

The photograph and the manuscript will then wing it’s way to my publisher who will produce both an electronic and print version of the book, (I plan to use Moyhill who published my collection of poetry, “Lost in the Labyrinth of My Mind”, http://moyhill.com/lost/.

Kevin

Butter

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The cook does mutter
About the missing butter,
While the dog licks his lips
And eyes up the chips …

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Yesterday (25 March), I found my guide dog Trigger with his nose in a tub of butter. I had heard a crash in the kitchen earlier. however, on investigating and there appearing to be nothing amiss, I returned to the living room, until the sound of my hungry canine tucking into a tub of butter reached my ears!