Man may ask
“Tie me to the mast”.
But when Sirens call
From the rocks
Many a man’s passion unlocks
And he falls
And is forever lost.
Siren Song
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The Ferryman
When a ferryman who sailed the great river Styx
Went and pelted me and my mates with bricks,
Me and Moat
Sank his boat,
Which now lies at the bottom of the Styx!
The Song of the Siren
I was glancing through my archives earlier today, and came across this poem, which I am reposting, https://kmorrispoet.com/2017/04/03/k-morris-reading-his-poem-siren/
The Suspected Literary Criminal
Burglar Caught in Rome Mid-Heist While Taking a Break to Read Homer’s The Iliad
Its heartening to know that there exist those of a literary bent in the criminal community!
To be serious for a moment. If this (suspected)thief is convicted, and whilst imprisoned develops his love of literature, it is to be hoped that he will “sin no more” on his release from jail.
Some years back, (before Covid), I visited Brixton prison with friends to eat in the restaurant run by some of the prisoners. The idea behind the restaurant was to teach the prisoners skills so they could obtain gainful employment on their release into the community. Whilst the preparation of food is not the same as developing a love of the written word, hopefully our (alleged) literary thief will, if found guilty, develop his skills in a direction other than house breaking whilst in prison.
For anyone interested in the Clink charity which runs the restaurant in Brixton prison, you can find out more here Brixton – The Clink Charity : The Clink Charity
Aphrodite
I have stood
And walked
Through the wood
And thought
On nymphs who bring delight
In woods
To passersby such as I.
I have sought for Aphrodite
Amidst the flowering tree
And have heard the birds
Sing in hopeful spring.
But now Autumn has come
And no Aphrodite
Sings to me.
There Once Was A Dog Named Cerberus
There once was a dog named Cerberus
Who made all of the people nerverus.
When he bit Miss White
By the moon’s bright light,
Her screams made poor Cerberus real nerverus!
Oh What Would I Give To See Where Nymphs Live
Oh what would I give
To see where nymphs live!
Strolling through forest glade
I have met
Many a staid maid.
I regret
That, on my way
Through forest green
I have never seen
Flighty Aphrodite.
But, perchance
I may
Join nymphs in their dance
One day,
And hear Pan’s pipes play.
Do Nymphs Still Play?
“Do nymphs still play
In woodland glades today
And the sunlight gleam
On pristine stream,
Where Flighty Aphrodite
Goes dancing and romancing?”
I asked Christine.
She made reply,
With a sultry look, in her one good eye,
“I aim to please
But the pollon makes me sneeze
So no rolling in the hay
For me today”.
Christine is such a tease …
The mind is a labyrinth
Yesterday evening, a good friend was leafing through my collection of poems, “Lost in the Labyrinth of My Mind”. As she leafed through, she read aloud several of the poems, including the below piece, which is entitled “Labyrinth”,
“I hear the minotaur roar,
And see the vampire soar.
Lost in the labyrinth of my mind,
Can I a way out find,
Via Ariadne’s thread,
Or must I remain in the land of the dead?
A place where the shadows forever fall,
And no birds call”.
(https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/28513305-lost-in-the-labyrinth-of-my-mind).
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I shall be taking a break from blogging for the next few days, and will return on Thursday 17th or Friday 18th April.
Kevin
There Are No Pockets In A Shroud
There are no pockets in a shroud.
The proud
And the humble
All must tumble
Into the grave.
But you should save
One solitary coin
To enjoin
The ferryman to take you on
Your final journey.
K Morris - Poet 