K. Morris's Blog, page 271

Awaking in the Depths of the Night

Awaking in the depths of the night

I saw a girl dressed in white.

When I called her a ghoul

She said, “you stupid old fool!

I’m a vampire who likes to bite!”.

Miss Cook’s Book

When a young lady named Cook

Said, “come and look at my book”,

I entered her scented boudoir

Where, from under a bra,

She took a most delightful book

A Young Lady Eating Hot Buttered Toast

A young lady eating hot buttered toast

Said, “I am a most terrible ghost!”.

She had large feet

And really could eat!

And she stole my hot buttered toast!

I Scent the Early Summer Air

I scent the early summer air,

And there

Find a hint of autumn leaves.

The trees

Hold what will be gold

Once autumn calls, and leaves

Fall down,

To the ground.

For within this early summer air,

I scent the autumn hiding there.

Shopping During the Pandemic

Being in need of some new trainers (the 2 pairs I own are fine for walking the dog, but not much else), I visited TK Maxx with a friend yesterday.

According to this Guardian article, https://www.theguardian.com/fashion/2020/jun/10/shopping-for-clothes-is-about-to-get-weird-heres-how-to-make-it-simpler, one can expect the following when clothes shopping during the COVID-19 pandemic:

Staff wearing masks.

The presence of free hand sanatiser in stores.

A 2 meter social distancing rule,

And any cl...

Moral Purity

I met a group of young women

Who said, “sir, do you like sinning?”.

When I said, “I am pure!”.

They said, “are you quite sure?”,

And those women just couldn’t stop grinning!

Ideologies

I think on ideologies.

The pendulum’s swing.

and the wind

In the trees

It’s blast

Will outlast

All these

Ideologies.

2 Reviews of My Collection of Poetry, “Light and Shade: Serious (and Not so Serious) Poems

I was delighted to discover that my collection of poetry, “Light and Shade: Serious (and Not so Serious) Poems” has received a further 2 reviews on Goodreads.

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Veronika Sizova:

“I have thoroughly enjoyed reading this poetry collection, which has immersed me into a vibrant universe of scintillating humour and alluring melancholy

simultaneously. The bold contrast between the sections “Light” and “Shade” has particularly fascinated me, being reminiscent of the chiaroscuro technique

used by Renais...

When I Fell in the Deep Water

When I fell in the deep water

With a rather famous old fiction author,

And I said, “we will drown!”,

He whacked me on my crown,

And said, “sir, this is fictional water!”.

The Darkening Glass

The weather grows

Hot. Girl’s clothes

Are short.

I aught

To recollect my age!

This brightly lit stage

Will go dark,

And the lark

Cease to sing.

Spring

And summer pass.

While lad and lass

Must pass

Before the darkening glass.