You and me
Drinking wine on my settee,
Both of us knowing
Where this was going
For we had nowhere at all
Left to fall
You and Me Drinking Wine On My Settee
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Places of Poetry
“Places of Poetry is an exciting 2019 community arts project, centred on a distinctive digital map of England and Wales.
Through the course of a four-month summer public campaign, writers from across the country will be invited to write new poems of place, heritage and identity, and pin them to the map.
Places of Poetry will prompt reflection on national and cultural identities in England and Wales, celebrating the diversity, heritage and personalities of place”.
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When a Young Man Named More
When a young man named More
Said, “my love she is pure.
We met last night
Under a winking red light,
I said, “my friend, are you sure?”
“You enjoyed your run today”
“You enjoyed your run today”,
I say.
And one day
Your run will be done
My faithful old canine,
While the sun
Will still shine
On mine.
Our Civilisation
Our civilisation is just
As these flowers I touch,
Bright petals and dust.
England
A cricket ball
Did fall
Into a pristine
Village stream
And was swept away.
And the squire of yesterday
Counted the cost
Of a cricket ball,
Forever lost
This Tree
This tree
In the churchyard
With it’s gnarled bark
Will outlast me.
This thought, to some stark
Comforts me
For my heart
Is part
Of this self-same tree.
Calling Time
Sometimes I write at night
And come the morning light
I take up my pen again.
One eventide
I shall lay aside
My pen
And not take it up again,
And the night
Shall take what I write,
For the landlord must call time
On my rhyme.
We Wish For Fish
We wish for fish
But when the fish
Is caught,
And wish
Turns from thought
To act,
We in fact
Find that the line
We did use
Entangles, and mangles
Us in our own ruse.
The Cat and the Hound
A cat will play with a mouse and thrust,
Much to we humans disgust,
Nature red in tooth and claw
Into our face.
The hounds will chase
The fox, and it leaves me bereft
For it is we who take pleasure in the creature’s death.
It is a truth profound
That the cat and the hound
Can not be bad,
But sometimes I think,
That we humans are mad.
K Morris - Poet 