I saw a square
Of sunlight fall
On my study wall.
It is no longer there –
We all borrow
Each joy and sorrow
Until our square
Vanishes into empty air.
A Square of Sunlight
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I Feel the Wind
I feel the wind
On my skin
And hear him
Whisper in the trees
Reminding me of you.
I go in
And face my darkening window
Were I to die tonight
I would go happy –
Yet tomorrow will probably come.
I will walk in sun
Or rain.
Then, returning home again
I will face my window
But not the same
One as tonight
My Publishing Venture
I have some exciting news! With my friend, Alice Liddell, I have established a publishing company.
We have just produced our first book, a collection entitled Mirror Verses. The work consists of a series of poems all of which must be read by holding the book up-side-down. There are other publications in the pipeline including a collection penned by a shy young lady (who wishes to remain nameless) who composed a fine collection of flash fiction whilst nude in hotel rooms.
At present Hatters and Hares Publishers Ltd does not have a webpage. However, for further information please do ask.
Poet Kevin Morris on World Poetry
On Thursday 19th March I hosted a segment on the World Poetry Reading Series World Poetry Cafe March 19 2026 with Kevin Morris by VictorSchwartzman | Mixcloud. During my section of the podcast I read William Wordsworth’s the Solitary Reaper which is one of my favourite poems. In addition, I recited a number of my own poems and talked about my poetry.
To listen to the show please follow the above link. My bit starts some 20 minutes into the podcast.
New-Mown Grass
The scent of new-mown grass
Catches me as I pass
By graves in spring.
I take delight
In this brief light
As birds sing
Over tombs and grass
Short Walk
When I take the short walk
Through the churchyard, my thought
Often turns
To lessons not learned
And chances spurned.
And then I turn
To my so ordinary day
And say,
“I will learn!”
Yet still my way
Remains the same
Treadmill of pleasure and pain.
But my demons will stop
When the devil knocks
Eleanor Rigby Played
Eleanor Rigby played
As I sat at the table.
She was lonely.
Nothing stays.
I too am lonely at times
But rhymes
Keep me company.
We all must die
Lonely or Otherwise.
Makeup on girl’s eyes
Will not keep
Them from sleep.
And poetry has saved
None from the grave.
Yet later that same day
A child greeted me
In the cemetery
In early spring
Early March
Early March.
Winter’s last blast
Tries to deny
The spring
Vera
I met a young lady named Vera
Who said all the people fear her!
I said to Sky,
“Please tell me why?”
She shivered and said, “go ask Vera!”
Grandiose
I shall compose
A poem grandiose
To love and lust
And how I just
Pricked my nose
On yonder rose!
K Morris - Poet 