K. Morris's Blog, page 486

I Know A Young Lady Called Lin

I know a young lady called Lin
Who plays my violin.
At night she plays
And the vicar says
That tis a most terrible sin.

Head Scarf

Her head scarf expresses
That there will
Be no short dresses.
Yet
She is a young woman still
And a woman may regret.

Modesty is all
But the West’s call
Says
That there are other ways
And you may find
That what happens behind
Closed doors, there stays

A Sad Satisfaction

A sad satisfaction
In this distraction
Of Pears.
Her’s
And mine?
For this brief time
If you glean
What I mean
From this little rhyme.

We Burn In Fire

We burn in fire
And in blazing jets
Man temporarily forgets
Himself in desire.

From our waters
Sons and daughters
Are born. Or we run
After fun.

Yet recreation
And procreation
Are oft as the horse and cart
And the hot spring
Does bring
Pain and joy
To the heart
Of girl and boy.

There Was A Young Man Called Paul

There was a young man called Paul
Who composed a limerick about a ball.
It said nothing profound
And went round and round
And how it ended – I don’t recall

The Fridge’s Hum

The fridge’s hum
And the clock’s tick tock
For the most part run,
Unnoticed, as background
Sound
Until they
One day
Stop

Leave Women Free To Dress As They Please

The Danish parliament has voted to ban the wearing in public of the Niqab and Burqa (the Islamic veil which covers a Muslim woman’s face), while the wearing of a head scarf remains legal. Denmark joins a growing list of European countries, including France and Belgium to have introduced such a ban. The Danish Director of Amnesty International is quoted in The Independent as follows:

“All women should be free to dress as they please and to wear clothing that expresses their identity or beliefs...

There Once Was A Man Called Glass

There once was a man called Glass
Who came from the upper class.
His housemaid Claire
Was young and fair
And she polished her master’s brass.

A Living Wage For Writers – From A Most UNLIKELY Source

This is undoubtedly an interesting idea. I note though that it doesn’t apply to my craft (that of poetry), can you hear my deep sigh?!
While I can see advantages to such a scheme (namely allowing writers to hone their craft on a full-time basis and produce great literature), having a job (other than writing) arguably does furnish the author/poet with a broader perspective on the world. Philip Larkin was a librarian while Sir Walter Ralegh engaged in diplomacy, exploring and twiddling his thum...

Ships Slide

Ships slide
And collide
At night when the tide
Is high.

I
Have been left high
And dry
When the tide is gone.

Ships sail on
And I will find sport
At a different port
And ride
The tide
Again
Though it cause me pain.