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

My thanks to my friend Shanelle for taking the below photographs, which show me holding a copy of my recently released Selected Poems. For anyone who is visually impaired, the front cover shows a close up image of bluebells in Spa Woods, a wooded area close to the poets home in Upper Norwood. Spa Woods was once part of The Great North Wood, and contains many ancient oaks. The back cover is also shown, and displays a picture of the poet at the entrance to Spa Woods, close to an historic house.

The Selected Poems of K Morris are available in ebook and Paperback here for the UK and here for the US.

 

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In this wood

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

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

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/).

Wild Flowers

I perceive
The flowers as I
Pass by.
Should I
Grieve
That they will die?

I paused and smelt
And felt
Their slim stem that I
Could so easily break.

I chose not to take
And did the blooms forsake
For I
Know that they shall die

This poem and others like it can be found in ‘The Writer’s Pen and other poems’, available here for the UK and here for the US.

The above pictures were taken in Spa Wood, SE19.

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Bluebells close-up

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Yellow flowers close-up

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Wild garlic close-up

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Blue flowers close-up

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White flowers close-up