Pooil Vash

For twenty years I lived on the Isle of Man, an island thirty miles long and about fifteen wide, set in the Irish Sea. The sheep outnumbered its human inhabitants, or it seemed that way. It is a place of big skies, storms that shake the houses, and summer days when the island basks in the sunlight like a cat.

This poem is about  the no-mans land which lies between the land and the sea – the caves and rocks which still contain remnants of the past.

Pooil Vash

Where the waves have worn
a ragged gash into the cliff.

You can get there at low tide,
feel the sand sink
under your feet, climb rocks
slimed with weed.

Inside, gravel rasps under each step,
sunlight, ambered by the cracked sky,
dribbles down broken strata
to glimmer on the pool beneath.

They find bones here, sometimes, skulls
split like broken eggs
and chipped flints, light as leaves,
sharp enough to slice a vein
or scrape a fleece.

The half dark smells of wrack
and sulphur, seep and rot –
the slow stink of creation.

 

Try another poem here  Side effects

 

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Side effects

Side effects

Danger ! This course of action
may seriously damage your health !

There are reports of dizziness,
a spinning sensation in the early stages.

You may become restless and irritable.
Weight loss may occur in many cases.
You may experience difficulty in breathing.
Light headedness and confusion are common –
giddy euphoria, sudden inexplicable despair.

Many people experience long term heart problems.

But that’s always the way of it
with love.

How to eat cherries

In a summer garden
languorously

Piled in a blue bowl, sun
polishing their gloss;
the name’s soft consonants
springs water in your mouth.

Don’t hold it by the stem
and slice away the flesh with your front teeth.

Put one in your mouth and feel
its cool roundness on your tongue,
then bite the skin, bruised flesh,
teeth touching a knot of bone
and juice, trickling like dark blood
in the corner of your mouth.

Enjoy that ? Then try Bedern. Midnight geese

 

Landscape with figure

One of everything-
a lake, a ruin
and a man, waiting.

Nothing moves.
Clouds, huddled together,
hold the pose. The empty road
waits. The trees are still

waiting for you.

You could always climb in
through the frame.
It would be easy
like crossing a stile.

Then you could feel
the wind brushing your face,
watch clouds drift in the light air,
welcome the man
striding up the road towards you.

 

Enjoyed that ? Try this York

 

 

Keeil*

On a hill above the sea
stones in a rectangle, half hid in earth.
Three steps by two – and a doorspace.

Flat on my back, within the walls of air,
I watch a flock of clouds inch slowly by.
Below, on tumbled rocks, the tide
hushes to and fro
like an old man breathing.

He lived here a thousand summers past,
The Good Man.
Chose wind and rain for his companions,
lived on seaweed and rabbits,
sunsets and whirling stars,
prayed to a god who shouted back at him
from every tree, from every curling wave.

Later, walking back to the hotel
I had the feeling I was not alone.
Someone trailed behind me. I could hear
his footsteps clatter on the stony path,
his breathing ebb and flow,
but when I turned to look
the path was empty,
the evening still.

*a small hut/chapel lived in by hermits in the 12thC

 

Which witch ?

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Sylvia ? It’s me darling. Listen.
I want to ask the most enormous favour.
I’ve heard from Big Mac again! Yes !
He wants another seance –
still has issues around his career development plan
going forward.
He wants to come round tonight !
Just a little kitchen supper like before.
Could you have a word with Susie ?
See is she could make it as well –
and tell her to bring her leotard.
That Progressive Dance thing she does
really gets the spirits going.

No. My real problem is the food.
I’ve got some fenny snake in the freezer
and there are some newts’ eyes and frogs’ toes
left over from last time.
But I’m totally out of wolfs’ teeth and bats’ wool.
I don’t suppose you’ve got any, have you ?
And if you haven’t
could you teeter down to Waitrose and get some ?
They have some lovely artisanal stuffed bats
and you can pluck a bunch of fur
whenever you need it.

I’d go myself
but I have to collect Piers from his playgroup.

Be a darling.

York

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When I am dead I shall come back
to this place
and watch
Tom’s black cat leap from the roof line in King’s Square
and curl in the baker’s doorway, purring.

I shall come back
to this place
and listen
to the trees in Dean’s Close
applauding themselves;
to the flat pavement slap of feet at noon,
to the tumbling drunks at midnight
to the Minster bell.

I shall stand
with the long dead
listening to wild geese pass
in the darkness.

We shall wait in the shadows
for the first gleam of sunrise
to tip the Minster tower.

When I am dead
I shall come back
to this place
foregoing heaven.

Hey Mister Tangerine Man

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Hey, Mister Tangerine Man
build a wall for me,
I’m so weary of Hispanics
walkin’ over me.

Take me on a flight
to where all the guys are white
where the sunshine never ends
and the chicks are perfect tens
and they’re lustin’ all over me.

I’m ready to go anywhere,
believe the things you say;
keep Islamics well away
kiss Vlad Putin twice a day-
cast your golden spell my way.
I promise I’ll go under it.

The Donald Trump Drinking Game

The sheepdog- U A Fanthorpe

British Summer Time

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That last pretence of summer –
slanting sunlight, and the air
settling into velvet – has gone.

Street lamps stutter
pour their pools of steely light
and photoflash each passing face
before it fades in shadow.

We turn back the clocks
enjoying, for a moment, the conceit
that we can turn back time,
control that slippery, elusive hour
which we have lost
or maybe not yet lived.

 

Try another poem here “Angry German dents car with giant sausage” – The Times

Wtng 4Gdt

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Here WR
R we ?
tree,over there like he said.
YR we txting?
Evry 1 txts
Y?
its what they do.
but im standing next 2U
so UR
is he late?
R we early?

were we here yesterday?
dont!
or the day B4?
isnt 2day enuff 4U ?

Wait!
i am waiting.
Got an email – from him !
Me2!

“God is experiencing high volumes of traffic at the moment. Your message is really important to him. Please try later.”