Category Archives: poetry

When I Met a Young Lady Named Grace

When I met a young lady named Grace
Who is possessed of an extremely pretty face,
And I took her to a seedy hotel
(Where the receptionist knows me all too well!
You should have seen that young lady’s face …!

Autumn Birds

I heard Autumn birds
And did think
Of strong drink.
And felt the fire
Of Autumn lust.

Man sates his desire
For sweet forget
In a girl’s arms.
For in dust
All charms
We forget.

How Should Poets Explain Their Poetry?

How should poets explain their poetry?

The above question came into sharp focus for me yesterday evening. I was out in a pub with my friend Brian when we fell into conversation with a couple. During our chat, the subject of poetry came up and I passed a copy of my book “Leaving and Other Poems” to the gentleman and his girlfriend.

Having leafed through Leaving, the gentleman asked me the meaning of my poem “Circular”:

“A circular seat
Encompassing a tree.
Age will defeat
Thee and me”.

In retrospect, I ought to have asked the gentleman for his interpretation of the poem prior to giving my own take on it. However, I did not. Rather, I admitted to not having a complete answer to his question. I went on to say that poems sometimes pop into a poet’s head and are written down without the author being fully aware of the meaning of his own work.

The above brief poem came to me whilst sitting with family on a circular bench in the environs of Woolton Wood (woodland in the village of Woolton in Liverpool). The circular seat reminded me of life, death and rebirth, and it’s circularity also brought to mind eternity.

I explained (somewhat haltingly) my interpretation to my companions, and the gentleman commented that his interpretation accorded with mine.

Despite my explanation of my own poem, I remain of the view that others may interpret it differently. What the poet writes is not (as I say above) always cut and dried in his own mind. The words are there in black and white. He may, at the time of composition, be sure that he knows exactly what he means. But, even after polishing and final publication, his poem remains a living force, open to various interpretations. The poet has lost control over his offspring (if indeed he ever had control in the first place).

As always, I would be interested in the views of you my readers.

(You can find “circular” in “Leaving and Other Poems”, which is available in Kindle and paperback here https://www.amazon.com/Leaving-other-poems-Kevin-Morris/dp/B09R3HR9KG/).

There Was a Young Man of Boulder

There was a young man of Boulder
Who carried a chip on his shoulder.
They said to him, “Matt,
You need to lose that!
Along with that fish on your shoulder!”

The Price

When I met a young lady named Grice
Who spoke of the great price of vice,
And her friend Miss Spink
Gave me a knowing wink,
I said, “what is the price of spice?”

The Thunder Spoke

The thunder spoke
And I awoke
To heavy rain.
I lay awake
Pondering on lakes
And climate change.

I took pleasure
In rainy weather
As a child
But this wild
Storm warns
Of change.

As I Boarded a First Class Carriage

As I boarded a first class carriage
I met a young lady from Harwich.
When she suggested an affair,
I said to her, Claire!
Not here! in this first class carriage!”

A Young Man Wearing Only One Sock

A young man wearing only one sock
Spent all his days saying “tick tock”.
When they said to him, “Hocking,
Have you lost a stocking?”,
He said, “no, I’ve lost a clock!”

New TikTok Videos Uploaded

I have today uploaded new videos to my Tiktok account. To hear and see me reading my poetry please visit me on Tiktok here, https://www.tiktok.com/@apollo2362.