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How can my poetry translate into a wedding gift people will buy?

An interesting response to a reader’s question, by Jo Malone of The Standard. I note however that Jo fails to mention the option of self-publishing in her response, http://www.standard.co.uk/business/ask-jo-malone-how-can-my-poetry-translate-into-a-wedding-gift-people-will-buy-a3412361.html.

There Was A Young Lady Called Nell

There was a young lady called Nell
Who lived in a wishing well.
It was dark and cold
And I am told
That she had nowhere else to dwell!

The River and the Bird

A beautiful bird came to a river most still.
She dipped her bill
And a mighty torent took river and bird
To a place
Beyond any word
From a poet heard,
Where lovers embrace.

On re-blogs and re-blogging

I have always proceeded on the premise that re-blogs are a great way of demonstrating appreciation for the work of others, for what better means can there be of showing one’s approbation than sharing fellow blogger’s posts with your own followers. By so doing the person doing the re-blogging is enhancing the profile of a given post and the blogger who’s post they are sharing which can lead on to more likes, shares and follows on the originator’s site. I was therefore taken back when, followin...

A Devil’s Christmas Carol

The Return of the Modern Philosopher

“Do you remember last Sunday when I told you how much I love Christmas?” The Devil asked as he passed me the plate of homemade Christmas cookies.

I selected something that looked like a brownie had married a peanut butter bar. There must be some really excellent bakers in Hell.

“How could I ever forget?” I countered asI took a huge bite of the most delicious cookie I’d ever tasted. “You were dressed like Santa Claus going undercover as a pimp.”

Lucifer, w...

There Was A Young Vampire Called Dracula

There was a young vampire called Dracula
Who’s knowledge of languages was spectacular.
In general, vampires communicate very well,
Although I have heard tell
That they sometimes employ the vernacular!

Kevin’s poetry to be read on Vancouver Co-op Radio

I was delighted to learn that Ariadne, from Vancouver Co-op Radio (http://www.coopradio.org/content/world-poetry-cafe-2), has kindly agreed to read one of my poems, during her programme, which airs between 1-2 pm on Thursday 8 December. Ariadne presents the World Poetry Reading Series (http://worldpoetry.ca/), a regular feature on Vancouver Co-op Radio. I am grateful to Ariadne and Vancouver Co-op Radio for this opportunity.
I will, at a later date be interviewed by Ariadne on her programme....

Shadows

On such a day, when the winter sun
Casts my shadow upon yonder wall,
It is difficult to recall
That all
This will, one day be done.

In future will some other one, sitting here, and seeing their shadow fall
Upon this self-same wall,
Know that they may not forestall
The night
When dancing shadows are, forever lost from sight.

—

(Written on 3 December 2016, while sitting in my study).

Flame

Thought
Caught
In the flames of this fire,
Fanning my desire
For a past when the publican laid logs
In fireplaces
And drinker’s faces
Gathered around the blaze as their dogs
Lazed beside the eternal flame.

It is not the same
Since the pub changed hands. The beer
Remains unchanged, yet I fear
The flame does not burn as bright
Of a winter’s night
And the grate is too often cold.