Tag: poetry

The Houseproud Husband To His Wife – Paula Monger

The Houseproud Husband To His Wife – Paula Monger

There are silverfish in the bath, my love, There are silverfish in the bath! I can close my eyes and count to ten, Or hold my breath till the Lord knows when — But when I’m looking once more and breathing again There are still 

The Three Bears – Garry and Paula Monger

The Three Bears – Garry and Paula Monger

An animal for which we care Must be the big brown cuddly bear. Bears are furry, bears are climbers, Bears are loners and not rhymers. Now and then to break this rule, One meets a bear who’s no-one’s fool. Whenever he can spare the time, 

Where is Freedom Born – Pete Cox

Where is Freedom Born – Pete Cox

Where Is Freedom Born
Cardinal Cox

Is freedom born in a fire burning a palace?
Or is it born in advancing radical change?
(That many, fearing their place, would ignore, alas)
Or is just in the suggestion of a fair exchange?

It was born in Wisbech to a dissenting clan
And William Godwin was the citizen’s name
Grew through education to a rational man
For his eloquent writing and vision gained fame

Railed against both all governments and god above
Believed in encouraging young enquiring minds
With the free spirit Mary Wollstonecraft found love
Boldly wrote that laws should never a person bind

Personal creativity brought to flower
Thus we can exorcise the spectre of power

Six Miles – Leanne Moden

Six Miles – Leanne Moden

Six miles Six miles, again, we’ll go today, for honour built on broken blades. We’ll tame these meres; skate far and fast, with hopes that winter, long may last. For cold that creeps and freezes fen brings out the Runners once again. In tests of 

Seasickness – Leanne Moden

Seasickness – Leanne Moden

Seasickness Here, there is clarity. A raw, persistent truth – a cold disparity – hidden beneath these tessellating fields. Fields stitched by ditches to a muddy canvas. An after- thought, a lost and lonely landmass. Marshes marred by the harshness of weather-worn trees. Each movement 

A Recipe – Kim Allen

A Recipe – Kim Allen

A Recipe for Beginning Afresh using lockdown store cupboard ingredients.

Before the counting’s done,

while it’s still fresh,

take one wobbly cyclist

newly confident on empty roads.

A cup of watching nature in the garden.

At least 500g of birdsong,

feel free to add more to taste.

As much as you can find of empty skies

and smog free air.

A handful of daily walks.

A good slug of care and compassion.

A tablespoon of acting for the greater good.

A smidge of clap for carers if you fancy.

3 cups of verges brimming with wildflowers.

A litre of clearer water from Venice.

Add all the ingredients and mix.

Don’t forget the cherry on top

Lower Carbon Dioxide emissions.

Serve anytime, day or night.

There’s more than enough,

to enjoy right now

and leave to prove

the benefits for future generations

Kim Allen

Ghost Buses by Lorna Sugden

Ghost Buses by Lorna Sugden

Ghost buses. Lorna Sugden   The buses are running, And this time, they are on time, Because all the traffic Is no longer there. But the drivers keep driving, Making stops at empty shelters, At empty depots. Where did all the people go? Or are 

Tom’s Football Game – by Cardinal Cox

Tom’s Football Game – by Cardinal Cox

Tom’s Football Game Cardinal Cox   A figure stands in Walpole St. Peter’s churchyard  Raised for Tom Hickathrift,  the hero of the fen I will tell you this tale, although I am no bard  About Tom, mighty giant amongst lesser men    One Sunday when