An angel came.
He knew not
Her true name.
Or perhaps he forgot.
She left him forsaken
With his money all taken.
The scent of despair
Hung in the air.
Another girl’s stilettoed feet
Are heard on the stair.
He asks her her name,
And she answers, “Despair”.
August is hot as lust.
I was born in January
And in me you see
The soul of winter.
I have a splinter
Of ice in my heart.
My poetic art
Is January. and hot August.
No man can outrun the sun.
But birds sing
In the spring.
And winter’s splinter is my art.
I was delighted to receive the following review, entitled “Excellent thought-provoking poetry”, for my collection of poetry “Light and Shade; Serious (and Not so Serious) Poems”:
“Kevin writes what I call ‘real’ poetry. I don’t like the so-called free verse that most poets seem to write
nowadays. Free of what? Rhyme and rhythm. Both are what make a poem. Without those, it might just as well be a piece of prose, albeit in arbitrary lines …”.
(To read the review in it’s entirety please visit https://www.amazon.co.uk/gp/customer-reviews/R30SPC39XDZUXE/ref=cm_cr_dp_d_rvw_ttl?ie=UTF8&ASIN=B08B4X3GVX).
Time passes
In women
And glasses.
“What is sinning?”
The religious ask.
“Does it exist?”,
I reply.
Theologians persist,
“All this will pass”.
While poets smile
And compose a rhyme
To many a pretty lass,
And time
Which does so quickly pass.
Stilettos stir up dust.
Whilst men choose
To lose
Themselves in lust.
And girl’s new shoes
Tread dust.
She does not know
Of the poet Sappho,
For her heart
Lies not in art.
But, you know
She would certainly undress
The great poetess,
Where she to know.
These fallen leaves
In late July
Say that I
Am but man.
Summer will not stay,
Though a rhyme may
Outlive a man.
I have just uploaded several videos to Youtube of me reading poems from my book ‘Light and Shade; serious (and not so serious) poetry. A lot of the poems were read next to the Wood near my home, and due to the wind, the sound quality is impaired.
https://www.youtube.com/user/101drewdog
I
Look at the dark sky
And think on how night
Closes in
Alike
On virtue
And sin
My thanks to Robbie Cheadle for her kindness in allowing me to talk about my favourite poem, “They Are Not Long”, by Ernest Christopher Dowson, and for reviewing my book, “Light and Shade”. For the post please visit https://kayelynnebooth.wordpress.com/2020/07/25/meet-poet-kevin-morris-and-a-review-of-his-latest-book-light-and-shade-serious-and-not-so-serious-poems/.
K Morris - Poet 