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I Passed a Log

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I passed a log

With my dog

On a December day.

Once it stood

In this ancient wood.

Now I

Pass by

As December grows colder,

And I ever older.

Poet Kevin Morris’s Poetry Included In “Croydon Poetry Hour Anthology 2019/2020”

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I am delighted to announce that a number of my poems have been included in “Croydon Poetry Hour Anthology 2019/2020”.

The anthology, which is available for £6.53 from lulu.com, is described as follows, “a selection of poetry from a variety of poets who live in and around Croydon or who have connections with the area.”

I have lived in the Upper Norwood district of Greater London since 1997, and my bit of Upper Norwood comes under Croydon Council.

Amongst those poems of mine included, are “The Man With The Mop”, “Autumn Fly” and “Dog Bed”.

To view or purchase the anthology please visit https://www.lulu.com/en/gb/shop/croydon-poets/croydon-poetry-hour-anthology-201920/paperback/product-rjpqzd.html.

Lulu advises that there is 20% off all print products, the discount ending at 11:59 pm on Sunday November 1st.
To take advantage of this discount please use code BIGTREAT20.

My Guest Post on Lucy’s Works – How Spa Wood Influences My Poetry

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My sincere thanks to Lucy for hosting me on her excellent website. For my guest post, in which I discuss how Spa Wood (and nature more generally) influences my writing, please visit here, https://wp.me/pawefW-1T5.

A Poem Inspired By My Walk in Spa Woods

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The path taken less often than I should,
This tranquil track through a nearby wood.
A spot with trees for walls
Where sunlight through the branches falls.
An oasis from the urban din
I find a quiet place within.
An inner space where the heart can be still,
A peaceful spot on this wooded hill.
The path to the road ascends.
A cloud of gloom on me descends.
I must return to this rented land
Where advertising hoardings stand.
A world where empty vessels make most noise,
And people play with broken toys.

—

“The Path Through the Wood” can be found in my collection, “Lost in the Labyrinth of My Mind”, which is available in the Amazon Kindle store, https://www.amazon.com/Lost-labyrinth-my-mind-Morris-ebook/dp/B01AF5EPVY/.

A Sitting Long-nosed Bear or Wolf Sculpture

The poem was inspired by my walks through Spa Woods, an ancient area of woodland which I am lucky enough to have very close to my home. You can find out about Spa Woods here, https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Spa_Wood.

Butterfly Sculpture

The photographs show wooden sculptures in the woods

Poet Kevin Morris holding a copy of his recently published Selected Poems.

In this wood

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In this wood,
In parts overgrown
I walked alone,
Yet I had a myriad tree
For company.

Then the rain came
And I was free,
For I am part
Of the wood’s heart
Which lives in me.

The Clutter Monster by Sally Walford

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On the evening of Sunday 29 September, I was privileged to meet Sally Walford and her partner in my favourite Bangladeshi restaurant.

I had seen Sally on several previous occasions. However I had not had the pleasure of conversing with her until Sunday evening.

I was intrigued to find that Sally is a children’s author and has published “The Clutter Monster”, The book description of which reads as follows:

“The Clutter Monster lives in the land of Mess, a monster who loves nothing more than very messy children and very messy playrooms.

This story for children , The Clutter Monster, tells the tale of one dark night when two messy children are spotted by The Clutter Monster.

Only The Decluttering Dog has the secret of how to make the Monster go.

Will he get to them in time to save their fate?

This delightful tale encourages children to tidy up their toys and keep on top of that clutter!”.

Whilst I haven’t read “The Clutter Monster”, I see from Amazon and Goodreads that the book has received a number of excelent reviews.

You can find out more about “The Clutter Monster” by Sally Walford here, https://thecluttermonster.com.

The Bells of All Saints

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What do the bells of All Saints say
On this cold spring day?
Is it “repent?”
Or a lament,
A sighing
For a civilisation that is dying?
I can not say.

—

The above poem was inspired by me hearing the bells of All Saints Church, as I passed through the churchyard on the morning of Sunday 5th May 2019). You can find All Saints Upper Norwood here, http://www.allsaintsuppernorwood.co.uk/).

This Tree

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This tree
In the churchyard
With it’s gnarled bark
Will outlast me.
This thought, to some stark
Comforts me
For my heart
Is part
Of this self-same tree.