Category Archives: musings

Putin is Ozymandias

Pondering on Vladimir Putin and the war in Ukraine yesterday, I was reminded of Shelley’s fine poem Ozymandias:

I met a traveller from an antique land,
Who said—“Two vast and trunkless legs of stone
Stand in the desert. . . . Near them, on the sand,
Half sunk a shattered visage lies, whose frown,
And wrinkled lip, and sneer of cold command,
Tell that its sculptor well those passions read
Which yet survive, stamped on these lifeless things,
The hand that mocked them, and the heart that fed;
And on the pedestal, these words appear:
My name is Ozymandias, King of Kings;
Look on my Works, ye Mighty, and despair!
Nothing beside remains. Round the decay
Of that colossal Wreck, boundless and bare
The lone and level sands stretch far away.”

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Putin will pass and the sands of time obliterate the terrible regime he has built in Russia and is currently trying to impose on the brave people of Ukraine.

I stand with Ukraine.

Poetry Reading at the Upper Norwood Library Hub at 7 pm on Wednesday 30 March 2022

I am pleased to announce that I shall be reading my poetry at the Upper Norwood Library Hub on Wednesday 30 March at 7 pm. For details of the venue please visit this link https://www.uppernorwoodlibraryhub.org/.

I will read from my recently published collection Leaving and Other Poems https://www.amazon.co.uk/Leaving-other-poems-Kevin-Morris-ebook/dp/B09R8NG6WQ.

I hope to record the event and link to the video here.

If you have queries regarding the event please email kmorris poet (at) gmail . com, or leave a comment here.

I hope to see some of you on 30 March.

Kevin

New Newsletter and TikTok Uploads

I have updated my TikTok page with a number of new videos:

I have also posted my monthly newsletter: https://mailchi.mp/e3bc704eb57c/march-author-newsletter

I Saw a Young Lady in Red

I saw a young lady in red
Standing in my room on her head.
I said to her, “Bess,
I do like your dress,
But why is it covering your head!”

An Ordinary Saturday

On my way
To eat breakfast
In a café
On an ordinary
Saturday, I heard birds.
While in Ukraine’s Kiev
Birdsong was drowned
Out by bombs.

(I stand with Ukraine)

When I Looked Under My Big Bed

When I looked under my big bed
I saw a young lady in red.
I said to her, “Claire!
What are you doing there!”
She said, “I fell out of bed!”