K. Morris's Blog, page 38

The Old Tree

I heard an ugly sawing sound

As an old oak came down.

It was the tree or the wall

That had to fall

So the old oak had to go.

 

Looking out my window

I see another ancient tree

Looking back at me.

It’s greenery gave me shade

During the recent heatwave.

 

This tree was here long before I came

And may well remain

When I am one with wind and rain.

 

 

But all things fall

In the end, however much we pretend it is not so.

This tree will go

And another grow. Well, I hope tis so.

 

Me, the Squire and Moriah

As I sat by a blazing fire

With the squire and his housemaid Moriah,

I said to her, “Rose!

You are wearing no clothes!”.

She said, “yes! But my name’s Moriah!”

The Rude Ghoul

I once met a very rude ghoul

Who insisted on calling me a fool.

I said, “if you persist

I shall call an exorcist

And then we’ll see whose the fool!”

I Met a Young Man Named Lear

I met a young man named Lear

Who dragged me around by my ear.

I gave him a clout

Then, with a great shout

I fed him to hungry Miss Rear!

My Very Great Passion

I have developed a very great passion

For a young lady who loves fashion.

Her name is Miss Lou

And she wears 1 shoe.

Which she says is the latest fashion!

As a Disabled Person I Don’t Need Fixing

As someone who is registered blind, I was interested to read this post on Life of a Blind Girl, entitled “As a Disabled person I don’t need fixing”, https://lifeofablindgirl.com/2024/11/17/as-a-disabled-person-i-dont-need-fixing/.

 

In my case, I was born fully sighted. However, due to a blood clot on the brain I lost the majority of my vision at approximately 18-months-old. As Holly says in her post, disabled people have different experiences of their disability and diverse perspectives as rega...

A Crow Laughs

A crow laughs

As I traverse the lonely path

Of aching lust,

Where autumn leaves turn to dust.

Miss Mar and the Vicar’s Spouse

I met a young lady known as Miss Mar

Who was speeding along in her brand new car.

She said, “I’ve left the vicar’s house

As I’m being chased by his spouse!”.

I said, “ah! That’s where you left your bra!”

Yvette’s Pet

I met a young lady named Yvette

Who asked me to be her pet.

She said, “join Varnish,

Whose wearing a harness”.

I said, “Yvette! We’ve only just met!”

I Leave Dry Leaves

I leave dry leaves behind.

Yet, I find

Leaves still whisper to me

Of my mortality.

 

 

Often they sound the same as rain.

I will return again

For they are part of my heart.

And poetry may live on

When I am gone.

While the rain will remain