From the 15th-19th March, my book ‘Samantha’ will be available for free in the Amazon Kindle Store.
“Samantha tells the story of a young girl forced into prostitution in the city of Liverpool. Can Sam’s love for Peter, a man she meets in a nightclub, save her? Or will Sam end her life in the murky waters of Liverpool’s Albert Dock?”
Me reading my poems ‘As You Pass’ and ‘Raining’ on Soundcloud.
When a young man named Slattery
Came up in court for battery,
A judge called Trish
Said, “as this concerned a fish,
I dismiss this case for battery”!.
When a young lady whose name is Fliss
Said, “tis bliss to Kiss”,
Her friend Moriah
Said, “the squire’s looks are dire,
But his wealth, it gives me bliss!”.
—
When the wife of a man named Ted
Found a young woman asleep in their bed,
Her face turned dark
And she made a remark,
But I dare not repeat what she said!
out into the rain I dash.
A flash
Of lightening.
The sky, for a moment brightening
And me wondering
Whether I will survive the thundering
As my guide dog’s harness is part steel,
So its really not ideal …
—
My guide dog needed to pay a call of nature earlier this evening. While I was aware of the rain, I was not cognisant of the storm which suddenly broke overhead. Had I been aware, I certainly would have remained safely indoors! As it was, all ended well.
This is the second poem in a series of six.
The Old Way 2
I’m walking along the Old Way,
And I exult.
Nowhere else are roads so gentle beneath my feet.
Nowhere else would I find the path before me
So soft, and sprinkled with stars.
Let me stop for a moment and close my eyes.
Let me just be still and silent
And feel the ground beneath my feet.
I must connect, or re-connect, with the world.
With my world.
Here, I can feel the past as a living thing,
And like a meditation,
I can use this
To still my troubled mind.
When a young man named Coker
Remarked, “your verse ’tis mediocre”,
And I said, “come hither”,
He began to quiver,
As I raised a very large poker!
When they say
“You must be in the progressive way”,
I shall talk
Of my walk
Of earlier today.
Of the wind’s dance,
And of more than one fallen branch.
When old men make a pass
At the youthful lass,
I wonder whether
Either party ever
Look in the glass
And think, “all this will, one day, pass”
Nymphs will play
And hair turn to grey.
The woman (once girl)
Seeing autumn leaves whirl,
May consider the youthful lass,
And think, “all things must, one day, pass”.
The bedroom door is open.
No words are spoken
Passions stir
But noone is there.
Closing the bedroom door,
Memories I recall.
‘Tis all
As it was before.
K Morris - Poet 