Category: Creativity

National pride

Our boys dunn good on Wembly nite
And gev them uvver lads wot for.
O cors they neely spoild the game
Wi’ all that silens just befor.

Oo wonts to fink about Man U,
An sum ole plane crash years ago?
Or niteclub deaths or Bobby Mor?
We came ere for the game – dint you?

Our Jack and Theo shode the way –
The Gunners – we noe oo we are!
So stuff them Chelsea mob and Spurs.
Av you got sumfin els to say?

Prideful Poems Please

Scarcely a week left and only one from each Janus so far.

Here’s something to encourage your muse, it’s a Gene Weingarten sonnet again from The Washington Post (you should be able to do better than this).  Do so now and post it here.

Pride – the Blonde and the Jigsaw

I knew one time a yellow-headed bawd
And gave to her a puzzle made of wood.
The pieces were in shapes both small and odd
For her to reassemble (if she could).

Set she right down to solve it true and fast
But days of work did no solution bring
Soon fortnights, months and seasons also passed!
And still she labored with the blasted thing.

It took twelve months, but fin’lly it was done
She seemed unbowed — discouraged not, nor sick
I asked her if the puzzle’d brought her fun
She said it had! She felt she’d done it quick.

With pride, she smiled and toss’d her golden locks:
“See – four to six years‚ says it on the box!”

The Beaten Track

The cacophony of passing strangers was wearing me down. Their random snippets of speech jarring my ears as they stride past me. The random fragments of their stories that will be forever unknown to me, unfinished Schubert conversations

“Tomasz Wrzesiński wins Gold for Britain,” howls the newspaper vendor.

Living in an over-populated urban metropolis means that when outdoors there are very few moments for quiet reflection. The bustle of crowds and the usual noises emanating from a big city environment are contributory factors to the dearth of good pastoral poets in this neighbourhood. The only one that made an impact in the literary scene was B. Keeper but he was the exception. Continue reading “The Beaten Track”

Ladybirds: have they flown away, home?

Last year we had so many ladybirds. This year I have hardly seen any.

ladybirds hibernating seedheadLadybirds in my clematis last year

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I was reminded today of the ladybirds while on a walk with a friend, when I looked closely at the old man’s beard illuminating the hedgerows. No nesting ladybirds. Continue reading “Ladybirds: have they flown away, home?”