Tag Archives: Rhyme

A4 Star Review of my Poetry Collection Shadows and Birdsong

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I was delighted to receive this 4 star review of my recently released poetry collection Shadows and Birdsong:

 

“Kevin Morris’s latest poetry collection, Shadows and Birdsong, is a meditation on aging and mortality, familiar territory for readers who have read his previous collections. What sets this collection apart is a refining and deepening of Morris’s craft. The approaches to the transience of life are more varied, the rhyme schemes more sophisticated …”. To read the review on Goodreads please follow this link Elizabeth Gauffreau’s review of Shadows and Birdsong | Goodreads

Changing Seasons

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The weather is good

(According to some).

In the summer wood

Leaves long dead

Brush my greying head.

 

Autumn will come

And the heat cease.

Yet leaves fall

And I recall

Autumn is yet to come.

 

In my childhood

I collected conkers and acorns

From leaf-strewn lawns

 

Today there is little breeze

And the leaves

Fall from trees

Thirsting for drink

 

 

And I hope for rain.

It will come,

But what has been done

Can not be undone

Shadows and Birdsong is Now Available to Purchase from Amazon

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I am delighted to announce that my new poetry collection, Shadows and Birdsong is now available from Amazon in Kindle and paperback. To download a sample or purchase Shadows and Birdsong please click here https://www.amazon.com/dp/B0HDQ9QK3Z/

 

Book Description

 

Shadows and Birdsong brings together poems that reflect on nature, memory, friendship, and the quiet passing of time. Moving through woodlands, graveyards and everyday rooms, K Morris writes about the moments that stay with us and the ones that slip away.

The collection touches on ageing, loss, companionship, and the small details that shape a life: birds calling in the trees, the steady tick of a clock, the feel of rain, the presence of shadows. Some poems remember those who are gone; others simply observe the world as it is, with its mix of beauty and impermanence.

 

 

Miss Heart

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I met a young lady named Heart

Who asked me to show her my art.

She was full of desire

And did greatly admire –

And then I showed her my art

Cecil Who Went to Sea in a Vessel

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There once was a poet named Cecil

Who went to sea in a vessel.

As the boat sank

He penned verses blank.

But they never found them or Cecil!

I Have Sat on Bar Stools

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I have sat on bar stools

As fools

Pontificate in love and hate.

 

From on high,  I

Have judged women and men

Thinking myself superior to them

 

 

Yet in the quiet

Of morning time

I rhyme

Of imperfect man

And I who am

As them.

After the Rol Play (Fiction)

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We role played.

Afterwards you stayed

And spoke of your childhood

Which, on the whole, was good.

 

Then you told me

Of a family friend’s knee …

 

But now you are at university

And all that was long ago,

And besides, you do not know

Whether it was really so.

And of course you are free

To say “no”

To me

 

It happened years ago

And I have no responsibility

For what he may

Or may not have done.

 

 

Its just fun

To engage in role play.

No harm is done

Or so we say

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Early Morning

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Sitting in just

My boxer shorts

In the cool of a summer morning,

I think on is and ought.

 

 

I touch

My own skin.

And think how thin

Is the veil

That separates me

From the eternity

Of dust

 

Consumer

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A man in a sweet shop chooses

From a menu online.

The sweets are divine

The website says

So no-one loses.

 

The candy arrives

In pretty bows

And wrapping

Fragile as flowers.

 

He knows

How it goes:

The tapping of heels

Bring deals

Of sugar sweet

He can’t keep,

While the website

Offers fleeting delights

Of fresh flowers

He takes,

But his thirst

Remains unslaked