K. Morris's Blog, page 108

The Memory Remains

The memory remains

Of cold flames

And skin

Against skin.

I may have learned

Her real name

But my memory retains

Rough carpet burns

And a skirt

So short,

That,  on first look

I mistook

It for a belt.

No lover was spurned.

She never returned.

When a Young Lady Known as Prism

When a young lady known as Prism

Said, “the sun he has just risen”.

And they said, “Claire!

Beware of that bear!”,

She said, “my name it is Prism!”.

There is Still Snow

There is still snow

And ice

In the churchyard nearby.

But below

There is know sigh

As vice

And virtue lie

Under December sky.

On the Periphery

Me, on the periphery

Engaging in desultory

Conversation with the barman.

As they sing karaoke.

 

 

I say goodnight

To the lone barman.

Momentarily partake

Of the firelight,

Then forsake

It for the night.

Shopping

This poem first appeared on my blog some years back and is reproduced below in amended form:

 

 

Whilst out shopping

I see girl’s shoes

And lose

Myself in a shocking

Thought, of stilettos bought

By young women who,

At night

Bring delight

With loss of shoe

And stocking.

But I have shopping

Still to do!

 

The Dangers of Sinning

When a pretty young lady named Miss Lou

Said, “you should take care what you do

As there are young women

To tempt you into sinning,

I said, “yes, I’ll see you at 2 …!”

Leaving the Freezing Dark

Leaving the freezing dark

Of the silent park

The house lights

Punctuate my night.

 

 

We huddle in houses

With lovers and spouses

While the night

Mocks our temporary  light

 

When a Young Lady Who is Exotic

When a young lady who is exotic

Suggested that we do something very erotic,

I said to her, “Lou,

I would really love to,

But my wife she is very despotic!”.

 

My Shadow Goes

My shadow goes

In front of me

On a cold

Though sunny December day.

 

 

Behind the sunshine

I often see

A cold shadow grow.

But is that me?

When a Young Lady Washing the Dishes

When a young lady washing the dishes

Said, “have you seen my pet fishes?”.

I said to her, “Claire!

You should take more care!

Your washing those fishes with the dishes!”.