Category Archives: poetry

Super Saturday?

On Saturday 4 July, (the first day on which pubs in England reopened), the so-called “Super Saturday”, I went to my favourite local pub with friends. For anyone who isn’t aware, the pubs (along with restaurants and many other venues) closed in March, due to an order from the government, the instructions being designed to prevent the spread of COVID-19.

On entering the pub, my friend and I had our temperatures taken by a young woman. Then, our temperatures being normal, we sanitised our hands with sanitiser. Following this “new normal”, my friend and I where conducted to a table, from where we ordered our drinks.

Anyone familiar with the British pub may well have visions of people standing or sitting around the bar, chatting, reading newspapers or swearing at the television when their favourite team misses a chance to score a goal! Sadly, under “the new normal”, this has been replaced by the rule that customers may not congregate at the bar, and must be served at a table which, following their departure will be sanitised by pub staff.

Whilst it was good to catch up with friends (another friend and his wife joined us later), I missed the mingling which is part and parcel of the traditional English pub. There was no more going up to the bar and exchanging banter with regulars, nor could one (officially at least) invite someone who was not part of the original party to join your table.

The young woman serving us (the same lady who had taken our temperatures) was wearing a mask. Whilst I can, of course understand her reasons for doing so (to protect against the possibility of contracting or passing on the virus), I couldn’t help thinking how she would cope on a baking hot summer’s day!

If you read the reports of “Super Saturday” you will, no doubt come across stories of “drunks not socially distancing”. All I can say is that neither my friends or I witnessed any such behaviour. Indeed the pub was rather quiet, perhaps owing to the fear of contracting the virus which does (I know through conversations with people) pray on the minds of some.

Whilst I was delighted to enjoy a few pints in the company of friends, I felt a sense of sadness at the sanitised atmosphere. We have, I fear lost something, I hope not permanently. We have lost the natural vibrancy of the traditional British watering hole. We have lost the stopping to chat to old acquaintences at the bar as we order our drinks. We have lost the ability (at least officially) to invite strangers to join us for a drink at our table. All this may be necessary, but it is still a loss and there is no getting away from that fact.

Kevin

Poets Anonymous

On the evening of Friday 3 July, I spent a pleasant couple of hours participating in a poetry reading organised by Poets Anonymous on Zoom, http://www.poetsanon.org.uk/.

Poets Anonymous organises poetry readings. Prior to the pandemic these took place in and around London, (many of them in Croydon). However, since the outbreak of COVID-19 events have moved online. The group also sends out emails to interested people regarding poetry matters, including competitions and opportunities for poets to have their work featured.

I greatly enjoyed listening to other poets reading their work, and reading several of my own poems from “The Selected Poems of K Morris”, and “Light and Shade: Serious (and Not so Serious) Poems”. One of the poems read by me is entitled “In This Old Familiar Wood”, and runs thus:

“In this old, familiar wood

I take my hood

Down, just

In time for the rain.

I shall not put it up again.

Thoughts of lust,

Of lost love,

And friendship I shall retain

For a while. But this wood,

And the rain,

Shall remain.”

(“In This Old Familiar Wood” can be found in “Light and Shade: Serious (and Not so Serious) Poems”, which is available in paperback and Kindle, and can be found here, https://www.amazon.com/dp/B08B37VVKV/.

Leigh Who Needed Money

When a young lady named Leigh
Said, “I’ll be honest with thee.
My sweet darling honey
I need some money”.
I said, “go ask a bee!”.

Of Poetry and Felines

Following on from my post of 1 July, https://kmorrispoet.com/2020/07/01/poet-kevin-morriss-interview-on-the-world-poetry-reading-series-is-due-to-be-aired-at-9-pm-uk-time-on-thursday-2-july/, I am pleased to announce that a podcast of my interview on Vancouver Co-Op Radio’s the World Poetry Reading Series is now available and can be found here, http://www.coopradio.org/content/world-poetry-caf%C3%A9-96.

My interview starts approximately 20 minutes into the podcast, and runs for some 15 minutes.

I listened back to my interview using Google Chrome, so know that Chrome works. However, as is so often said, other browsers are available!

During the course of the podcast, you will hear the interventions of Tommy the cat. He did, I think enjoy my poems, or perhaps his mews where his way of saying, “is there not something more interesting I could be doing, than listening to a middle-aged poet reading his poetry!”.

Poet Kevin Morris’s Interview on the World Poetry Reading Series is Due to be Aired at 9 pm (UK Time) on Thursday 2 July

As explained in this post, https://kmorrispoet.com/2020/06/21/poet-kevin-morris-to-be-interviewed-on-vancouver-co-op-radios-the-world-poetry-reading-series-on-thursday-25-june-2020/, I was due to be interviewed by Ariadne Sawyer of the World Poetry Reading Series concerning my poetry and, in particular my recently released collection, “Light and Shade: Serious (and Not so Serious) Poems“, over Zoom on Thursday 25 June.

The interview duly took place, and will (technology permitting) be broadcast at 9 pm (UK time), on Thursday 2 July.

The World Poetry Reading Series can be found here, https://worldpoetry.ca/. My interview takes place approximately 20 minutes into the show, and can be listened to online, via smart speakers such as Amazon Echo, or on digital radio.

Kevin

Curvaceous

When I dated a young lady most curvaceous
Who said, “good sir, you are very sagacious!”.
And I said, “thank you so much.
With young ladies, I always go dutch”.
She said, “I can be more than flirtatious …!”

Neef the Thief

There once was a man named Neef
Whose occupation was that of professional thief.
He threatened a lady from Bristol
Who, with her sword and pistol,
Brought that thief named Neef to grief!

Awaking in the Depths of the Night

Awaking in the depths of the night
I saw a girl dressed in white.
When I called her a ghoul
She said, “you stupid old fool!
I’m a vampire who likes to bite!”.