Category Archives: musings

Poet Kevin Morris Reading His Poem Blackbird on Youtube

Yesterday, I recorded my poem Blackbird on youtube,

The poem came to me as I sat in my mum’s kitchen/dining area in Liverpool. The big clock on the wall ticked away the seconds whilst, in the garden I could hear the song of a blackbird.

Poet Kevin Morris Reading His Poem Leaving On Youtube

Earlier today, I recorded my poem Leaving on Youtube. To watch and listen to me reading Leaving please see below:

September Author Newsletter

My September Author Newsletter is now available and can be found here. In this issue you will find my poem ‘Squire and Peasant’, an article on the use of Microsoft Teams for poetry readings, together with other content.

Please click here to visit the newsletter.

When An Adventurous Young Lady Wearing Heels

When an adventurous young lady wearing heels
Jumped in to swim with the seals
They said to her, “Lin,
To swim is no sin,
But why are you wearing those heels!”.

Poet Kevin Morris’s Poem Leaving Included in September 2021’s Virtual Dodo

I am pleased to announce that my poem Leaving has been included in September’s Dodo Modern Vidpoets.

My poem is the next to last poem. To read my poem and those of the other contributors please follow this link https://dodovidpoets.blogspot.com/2021/09/virtual-dodo-7-september-2021.html.

In Honour of the Season

In honour of the season, I have reproduced below my poem, Autumn, which can be found in my collection Light and Shade https://www.amazon.co.uk/Light-Shade-serious-not-poems-ebook/dp/B08B4X3GVX. Autumn is an acrostic. You can find out about acrostics here https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Acrostic.

August has long since ceased to be.
Upon the forest floor,
The oak and chestnut has shed its store,
Unceremoniously, of conker and acorn.
Mulch for the lawn,
Now leaves feed the ground.

The Church Clock

Religious or not
Who, on hearing the church clock
Or solemn bell
Has not had cause to pause,
And think on heaven and hell?

The fool and the wise
Get dust in their eyes.
But the wise
Heed the clock,
Whilst the fool does not

Fishing

Sitting here in my gown
I remember my once brown
Hair, now white.
Fishing is delight
(And often pain).
And frequently we gain
Our wish in fish.
But oh! how quickly our desire
For a particular fish does expire.
And then we fish
For yet more fish.
But time’s great line
Hooks us all
In the end.