Do Tesco Sell Silicon Bathroom Sealant?

21st March 2018 is World Poetry Day. A perennial event introduced in 1999 by the United Nations Educational, Scientific and Cultural Organisation (UNESCO) aimed at raising the profile of prose. It's goal the pulchritude of a poem, the splendour of a sumptuous sonnet, the opulence of the ode and, for the less discerning, the lewdness … Continue reading Do Tesco Sell Silicon Bathroom Sealant?

Last Bottle of Red

Departed Loiner’s final glass vessel; merlot bereft In smithereens; akin to spirits of those left behind Fragmented for regeneration; successor yet untold   Like Loiner, vessel existentially intact two months prior Their chance meeting short, though physically & spiritually fruitful Distressingly, House of York affiliate’s hindmost drop of fermented grape   Empty merlot vessel bereft … Continue reading Last Bottle of Red

Art Without Walls

A splendid brunch, thought provoking works of sculpted art, along with the aesthetically pleasing amalgam of nature's autumnal colour variations, were amongst yesterday's compatriots. This gratifying trinity of gifts bequeathed to my wife and I during a sojourn to the Yorkshire Sculpture Park, on the outskirts of Wakefield. Fairly recently I concluded that I've not given modern art the appreciation it deserves. My opinions … Continue reading Art Without Walls

The Tiring Jab?

Triggers abound; blindsiding brood Culprits melancholic refrain, aroma, vino, cuisine Messages present on device; though hearken avoided Sobbing avoidance key for offspring of taken Tears for departed patriarch not an option Resistance to avoid exhibiting fragility his lad’s focus.   Triggers ad infinitum; their sporadic existence surety Though no surety of coping strategy to employ Has … Continue reading The Tiring Jab?

Salle Des Declencheurs

Comfort zone, erstwhile sanctuary of clan chief Former chamber of serenity, grape and musical refrain Empty leather seat beckons product of god’s own county to no avail Empty brood hearts beckon man of god’s own county to no avail Sinatra in solitude, Darrin in desolation his clans hereafter.   Yorkshireman’s invite to his sanctuary has … Continue reading Salle Des Declencheurs

Black Skies Are The New Blue

Name your ransom; what dowry for chief’s homecoming? Brood at sea, despite occupying terra firma Clan cut adrift, despite occupying terra firma Old Blue Eyes lament awaits chief Frankie’s throat cleared; though won't sing 'The Good Life' Wine rack bereft of buddy merlot For Pontefract cakes, blue is new black For the brood, skies black … Continue reading Black Skies Are The New Blue

Position Incurable

Pernicious canker; indiscriminate spitefulness Teases with capricious exhibitions of salubriousness Clan chief Strachan stricken Consequently, brood akin to felines on tin roof scorching Seven years canker has taunted caricature Norn man ponders if he fragmented mirror in 2010.   Similar to Damocles sabre, malignancy menaces Jeering at chief’s brood from position incurable It’s presence sickens … Continue reading Position Incurable