A young lady of Battersea
Invites men round for tea.
A man from Clapham
Says nothing will happen,
But I’m going round to see!
A Young Lady of Battersea
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When Poets Don’t Read Poetry – by Melissa Donovan…
Unlike the author of the original post, I began reading poetry prior to composing it. I have happy memories of leafing through various anthologies, including Palgrave’s Golden Treasury and the Oxford Book of English verse, (the latter has been superceeded by The New Oxford Book of English Verse). I agree with Melisa that its difficult to write poetry unless one has first read the work of other poets. Kevin
Me reading my poem ‘Park after Rain’.
A dark poem from my Archives. Looking through my files I am unable to find a written version of “Park After Rain”, so it would appear that this Youtube recording is the only copy in existence.
A recording of yours truly reading my poem ‘Park after Rain’.
Can anyone detect a Liverpool accent?
Updates to my Soundcloud and Instagram
I have uploaded six new poems to my Soundcloud:
Please note I have added a Soundcloud widget, which allows you to listen to the content without leaving WordPress.
In addition, I have added a number of new pictures and content to my Instagram which can be accessed here.
Sometimes My Heart Is Still
A poem written by me in 2017, and now re-posted here.
Sometimes my heart is still
Up here on this hill,
High above sea level.
There is no devil
Calling to me
And I hear,
Loud and clear
The bird so wild and free
Singing,
His song for a moment bringing
An end
To all I pretend
To be …
IN EVENING’S BREEZE
A beautiful poem.
In evening’s breeze You come to me
Caressing my face with tenderness
Cooling the passions that none can see
From all earth’s pain I would be free
And all of my soul’s heaviness
In evening’s breeze You come to me
I sit beside the willow tree
For You to fill my emptiness
Cooling the passions that none can see
I wondered if truly I could be
Given light in my distress
In evening’s breeze You came to me
My soul was healed, together we
Entwined our hearts forever blessed
In evening’s breeze You came to me
Cooling the passions that none can see
Tell Me a Story Kevin Morris
I was delighted and honoured to be interviewed by Annette Rochelle Aben on Friday 7 June. During my interview I talk about the writing process, my life and read several of my poems. Please do visit the original post. Kevin
Updates to my Soundcloud and Instagram accounts
I have uploaded a number of new pictures to my Instagram which can be found here.
I have also uploaded two new poems to my Soundcloud, which can be found here:
The Song of the Birds – Guest Post by, Kevin Morris…
My thanks to the story Reading Ape for publishing my guest post on the poetry of birdsong. Ever since I can remember, I have felt a strong affinity with birds and this is, I believe reflected in many of my poems. Kevin
As a child, I spent a good deal of time with my grandfather. He was a lover of birds an I do, I believe derive my affection for our feathered friends from him. I recollect a nesting box attached to the garden shed, and my feeling of excitement when BlueTits where born. I also remember the bird table which attracted a great variety of birds.
Of course birdsong acts as a means of attracting a mate or warning off other birds who might trespass on the teritory of the songster. Nonetheless we humans find in the song of the birds an answering call within our own hearts. Their singing can bring joy to mind, or they may speak to us of sadness. A wonderful instance of the latter, can be found in Robert Frost’s poem “A Late Walk”:
“And when I come to the garden ground,
The…
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New photographs on my Instagram
I have uploaded a number of new pictures to my Instagram.
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