Until recently, I’ve been reticent to dip my toe into the previously unknown waters of writing poetry. There are many reasons I’ve avoided venturing along this literary avenue, mainly a personal disinterest in poetry, manifesting self-doubt into the structuring of content. Another driver behind my previous aversion to composing sonnets was, to some extent, I subscribe to the comment overheard in…
Month: July 2017
Sour Sonnet to Carcinoma
Indiscriminate cacodemon; lesions with evil agenda Patron saint of spite; malodorous mutations Seven years of your malevolence weighs heavy, though breaks me not Despite thy blighting an eighth of mine two score and fourteen summers. Odious demigod, taunting from behind barrier incurable You may win the war, though not every battle initiated Mine betrothed, lion-hearted…
Hello Stranger!
This morning I opened the bedroom curtains to be greeted by a little seen spherical object overhead. Mustard of colour, it bequeathed a comforting warmth to my unshaven face and equally hirsute chest. Through tired eyes, I assumed either the sun had made a welcome return, or Laa Laa had been filled with helium again by his mischievous Teletubby friends. After…
Good Riddance June
As July arrives at the front door enquiring if there is room at the Inn, I’d like to bid a vociferous good riddance to June. She turned out to be an odious mistress, whose watch was riddled with horrific incidents and ever deepening political turmoil. A rancid bedfellow, June left in her wake thousands of shattered lives, an unlikely coalition of UK political parties…