K. Morris's Blog, page 371
July 20, 2019
Below
The green through my window
Pane I see,
Should I go
Down, like the rain,
And be free
Amidst the greenery below?
‘Tis a passing show
I see:
This rain,
This tree
In the garden below,
And me
Not Far
She stamps
Her feet
Under street
Lamps at night.
Whilst elsewhere
Party girl Claire
Sits, discreet
With well shod feet
In a hotel bar
Not far
From the street.
July 19, 2019
Approachable Poetry Magazines for Unpublished Poets
A useful list of approachable poetry magazines for unpublished poets on Vita Brevis, most of which have an acceptance rate of 20-30 percent, https://vitabrevisliterature.com/rescources/approachable-poetry-magazines-2/
GCSE English
Tomorrow, a friend’s son will visit me and we will discuss W. B. Yeat’s poem “An Irish Airman Forsees His Death”, https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poems/57311/an-irish-airman-foresees-his-death
A’s son is preparing for his GCSE in english. Part of the exam will entail him analysing a poem he has not previously seen, on the theme of power and conflict. He will need to analyse the techniques used and make an evaluative judgement on the poem.
I am, of course delighted to help, and hope that our...
When A Young Lady of Streatham
When a young lady of Streatham
Did me with blackmail threaten,
I smiled with sweetness at her
And said, “I don’t know Claire,
And I’ve never been to Streatham!”.
July 18, 2019
On A Train Last Night
On a train last night
I thought of the earth in years to come.
There was no sun
Nor light
Of any kind. Only black, eternal night.
My light shall die
Yet, in my reverie
The earth I did see
Was itself devoid,
Void of humanity
And my sense
Is that it was not far hence.
When A Young Lady Whose Name Is Lou
When a young lady named Lou
Spanked me with her high-heel shoe,
And I said, “give me more!”,
She replied, “I hear the front door.
Its the bishop, he’s due at 2!”.
July 17, 2019
The Erotic
The erotic is a girl’s voice pleasing,
Although many a man seizing
On a word
Has oft times misheard.
The erotic is a girl standing closer than she need
Which does a man’s desire feed,
And seem
Rhymes with dream.
The erotic is a peach
Seemingly out of reach.
A ripe fruit dangling,
His feelings entangling
The erotic is a state of mind
And you may find
That the seeming hot
Is not.
Instapoetry – is the bubble about to burst
I was interested to read this post on Emma Lee’s blog, entitled, “Instapoetry – is the bubble about to burst?”, https://emmalee1.wordpress.com/2019/07/17/instapoetry-is-the-bubble-about-to-burst/
I do have a presence on Instagram (https://www.instagram.com/kmorrispoet/), however, whilst I value those who follow me on Instagram and see the platform as a useful means of promoting my work, I view it as one method (amongst several others) of promoting my poems.
In addition to Instagram, there is,...
Stilettos Bring Delight
Stilettos bring delight
At night,
Or they can
Cut a man
Right through, too
