Poet Kevin Morris reading his poem ‘Woman’.
This poem appears in my collection of poetry ‘Refractions’: https://www.amazon.co.uk/Refractions-K-MORRIS-ebook/dp/B01L5UC2H2, under the title ‘Women’. In retrospect, I believe that ‘Woman’ better fits the poem, hence I have changed its title on YouTube.
K Morris reading his poem ‘Night Duty’.
Kevin Morris reading his poem ‘Unrequited’.
The inspiration for this poem was Hamlet’s remark: ‘We are arrant knaves, all. Believe none of us’ (Act 3, Scene 1).
May is an ancient pagan festival which witnesses men and women dancing around the maypole.
What if we finally conquer death, and he is no more?
Going to bed at night, we assume that will be awakened by our alarm next morning. But…
We continue to go about our hum-drum lives while others are suffering loss.
The debate surrounding sex work/prostitution appears to go around in circles, with one side blaming the sex bias, and saying that they should be fined or imprisoned, while the other argues that the state/society has no business interfering in what occurs between consenting adults. Often, it seems that neither side is listening to the other, while client and sex worker continue in their age-old roles.
I’ve always felt an affinity with owls. My home is close to a historic park in Upper Norwood (a suburb of Greater London). From time to time, I hear the owls’ eerie cry, which brings to mind thoughts of my own mortality, coupled with the death of King Duncan in Macbeth.
K Morris - Poet 