K. Morris's Blog, page 23

The Cleaners Mop

The cleaners mop

And cobwebs are swept away.

Some patients lust

After pretty nurses. The dust

Must be kept at bay.

But broom and mop

Can not stop

The coming of dust.

 

 

Emily’s Carriage

The sunlight falls

Making shadows of trees and walls.

 

 

Emily Dickinson rode

In her carriage, on the road

To eternity.

 

 

One day I will ride beside

Miss Emily.

And I will see with Emily

Our vast eternity.

Miss Hopp Who Liked to Drink Pop

There was a young lady named Hopp

Who was extremely fond of drinking pop.

One day she tried beer

Which made her feel queer.

So henceforth she drank nothing but pop!

Lee Who Wrote an Obituary of Me

There once was a man known as Lee

Who went and wrote an obituary of me.

I am still alive

And continue to thrive.

But that Lee he drowned out at sea!

The Hospital Fountain

I recall the fountain’s fall

Reminding me of rain.

Hospital  patients come and go.

Sometimes, the water stops,

Then begins again.

But when sickles chop

Life’s flow stops.

 

Pigeon Pie

I know a young man named Guy

Who has a fondness for pigeon pie.

I hear from Fay

That he’s flown away.

Fay and I, we blame the pie!

Foresters Have Left Woodchips

Foresters have left woodchips

And great logs to lie

By the woodland path.

Sometimes I pause and sit,

But often pass by.

And on this spring day

I see the inevitability

That all things must decay.

Yet I have sunshine

And young women and wine.

And this fleeting time.

 

 

(Doubtless this poem was influenced by Ernest Dowson)

The Tinkle of Windchimes

The tinkle of windchimes

And birdsong heard in my mum’s garden

Brought into my mind

Life’s great beauty, and thoughts of mortality.

An Update on My Admission to Walton Neuro Centre

On 27 February, I wrote about my admission to Walton Neuro Centre in Liverpool where I Underwent treatment for a brain abscess (https://kmorrispoet.com/2025/02/27/an-explanation-from-kevin-morris/).

 

I am delighted to report that I was discharged from Walton Neuro Centre and I’m now writing this in my mum’s back garden as birds sing and wind chimes tinkle.

 

I am grateful beyond words to the staff in Walton Neuro Centre for their excellent care.

 

Some of the poems I composed whilst in hospital...

The Charms of a Young Woman’s Arms

When rich old men

Are seen with young women on their arm,

I must condemn them

For tempting such women into lives of sinning

As for the charms

Of girl’s arms? I can not afford them …!
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Copyright: Kevin Morris.