Romantic Triolets

Hello Poetry Lovers

Are we settling nicely into 2022 now? Or like me, you’re treading with caution?

I’ve gone back to the world of the Triolet form, if only to feature this beautiful piece from the genuis talented poet Connaire Kensit

Dobby and I are huge fans of Connaire’s work, and my heart was particularly captured by this beautiful triolet. This will be followed by a more ruthless poet’s work, but will not be in the same class. I’m warning you now! Read on;

True Life Romance

The truth is exciting;

Romance is prosaic.

Though not always delighting,

The truth is exciting.

No fictional writing

Can match life’s mosaic.

The truth is, “Exciting

Romance” is prosaic.

C. Kensit 2021

Wasn’t that beautiful, such clever and vivid words. Thank you, Connaire. Lovely piece.

The following triolets are more bitter-sweet but they seem to fall into this subject. More failed romances really.

Read on..

Tap Routine 

You told me I had kaleidoscope eyes

In between tap dancing classes

How was I to know it was all lies?!

You told me I had kaleidoscope eyes 

But it was all a clever disguise 

You just liked to make passes

You told me I had kaleidoscope eyes

In between tap dancing classes 

D Moulson 2022

Husband Triolet

My husband would never give you the eye

He’s not that sort of chap

What you’ve heard is a complete lie

My husband would never give you the eye

He swore to me he’d rather die 

It’s just all a big mishap 

My husband would never give you the eye

He’s not that sort of chap 

Traditional 1974

Wasn’t that fun?! Thank you again to the lovely poet and cat lover, Connaire. Thanks for tuning in, PL’s. Stay tuned for some more poetry antics real soon…

Return of the Poetry Basket

Hello Poetry Lovers

Welcome back to our much missed Poetry Basket section.

I am so excited as today we feature that wonderful and talented poet Barney Ashton-Bullock

A trememdous favourite, and one of the first live poets I ever swooned over, Barney’s latest collection Bucolicism – Poems and Fragmenta is published by Strike Force Entertainment and is red-hot and really worth a read. Look at the sizzling review below;

Bucolicism – Poems and Fragmenta by Barney Ashton-Bullock 

Subtitled Alt-lite lyric verse for a post-pastoral England, we open the vivid cover of this brand new collection from Barney Ashton-Bullock. This poet has an impressive background of publications including the vibrant café kaput!, and he remains on top with these 27 tight and significant pieces.  Stunningly designed and illustrated by Meriel Waissman, with disturbing and irresistible images inside.  

I started my journey with Loss a powerful short piece that truly jumps out at the reader.  The impact not lost with What We Were Is What We Are, provocative words that are also tender. I bathed in the nostalgic wistfulness,  and the depths of the opening stanza, particularly in the deeper depths of the darkest nights, a place we have all been.  The brutal romance in You Should Know Where My Heart is, and the intense Englishness and visual colour of Remembrance, Strawberry Mivvi and Knobbly Knees will strike a chord. These words are used to remind of us of what we have lost, what is gone forever. And our ongoing traditions of Wimbledon and Henley melt in the mouth. 

The complex haibun style of In More Censorious Summer Dorset Days…gives us such a strong imagery, and a razor sharp insight of the poet’s Dorset background. Dedicated to a lost first love?  Very ambivalent and intriguing. The alluring vernacular of Village contains an unforgettable line of Cigs, ket, stout, cide, hash, snog, blow, laid, vom, chuck.  The underlying innocence speaks volumes. One of the most irresistible pieces of this journey. 

Dorset Prayer is so achingly sad, a nostalgic tableau of former English life, blown away and snatched from under our noses. You’re In Hardy Country, 1974 is a humorous account of youth and cynicism. A clever combination.  Gran is almost painful in its lurid and stunning detail.  And speaking of pain, Calcot Hotel, Speaking?  The sense of loss for these seaside institutions, and a familiar pang of losing a grandmother. The poet puts this over without mawkishness.  We come then to the stunning Guest House, a personal favourite with extraordinarily descriptions and clever wording. Full of wonderful revelations and leading to an apt climax. 

Then our journey speeds up through England with the wistful and autobiographical words of Tetbury, the structures that unravel themselves.  The heart stirring Sezincote borders on the Jarmanesque and our once treasured past, the final line stating that they would not see Sezincote again is moving.  The prose of Shoscombe is strong and personal, and our journey takes us to a tribute to Alan Peglar, the saviour of The Flying Scotsman,  Childhood (Jump The Tracks) is graphic, dark with an underlying hopeful note. 

Autumn Again embraces us with stunning descriptions with the mourning of a lost love. Wistful but never sentimental. Upper Holloway, a very ambitious piece where the poet physically takes us to this part of North London with his pain and experience and its tender  subtext.    This Ending Life is apt for the last piece and an atmospheric fitting climax. 

Ashton-Bullock takes us to so many places in this succinct collection, and it is a journey worth taking. I’d like to go round again please. 

Bucolicism Poems and Fragmenta by Barney Ashton-Bullock is available through Cherry Red Records on

http://www.cherryred.co.uk/product/barney-ashton-bullock-bucolism-alt-lite-lyric-verse-for-a-post-pastorial-england/

I’d really recommend treating yourself to this amazing collection.

Thanks for tuning, Poetry Lovers. I hope you enjoyed the review, we’ll be back real soon with more poetry japes …….

Happy (ish) New Year

Happy New Year, Poetry Lovers.

Are we embracing 2022? Or shying away from it, fearing yet another blow from Lockdown? There seems to be tremendously mixed and tentative feelings about this very new year .

So, to counteract this trepidation, I have posted two pieces on the New Year.

The first you will see is pretty miserable but may remind us of New Year celebrations best forgotten.

The second is a much more positive piece, with optimism from that lovely talented poet, Trisha Broomfield. She cleverly sums up how we should be feeling

New Year Lament 

Nylon underwear beneath 

Effervescent clothes 

Worn for a New Year but

Yearning for midnight and

Escape from false exuberance 

Aching to undress and get 

Ready for bed 

H Moulson 2021

Now this is Trisha’s, far more profound;

New Year Acrostic 

Never underestimate

Every person’s desire to

Will in a new and better

Year than the one before

Each one of us wishes to see sunshine

And smiles, to hear heart-warming words.

Return to the past? Why would you? 

© TB

Limerick Corner

Happy New Year, Poetry Lovers

I am falling in love with limericks, so when the lovely poet Trisha Broomfield penned this great piece, I had to share it with you all.

A great start to 2022. Thank you, Trisha, very witty and clever and most of all – cat related. An excellent mix. Do read on, you will all love it too;

Trisha’s Limerick

There was a cool poet called Trish

who had quite a penchant for fish

but up popped the cat

an end to all that

now each meal is an aubergine dish.

Wasn’t that just wonderful?! Do have a go yourselves, I’d love to see yours too. Thank you again, Trisha.

Well, PL’s, all I can say is Happy New Year to you, and lets hope 2022 is a good one!

Eye Limerick

Hello PL’s

As most of you know, I had a cataract procedure recently. The right eye now feels as if it has gravel in it, due to the eye drops, they say.

So I was feeling quite down about it all. Not only did I have to endure that odd Clockwork Orange type procedure, I had to walk the 2 miles to Roehampton hospital due to roadworks.

So when the lovely poet and friend, Sharron Green gave me this limerick, things really lit up. Read on and you’ll see what I mean. Thank you so much, Sharron. I’ll treasure this;

There was a great poet called Heather
Whose humour was light as a feather
She had an eye op
So her sight would be top
And she could bring more folks together

rhymes_n_roses 2021

Wasn’t that terrific?! I would love to do a clever limerick like that! A New Year’s resolution maybe? Thank you again, Sharron

The following collage is Dobby caring for me after my operation. I know I’m going to pay dearly for this.

Thank you for tuning in, PL’s. We’ll be back with more antics real soon…

Bitter sweet Yuletide

Hello Poetry Lovers

I thought I’d get one more seasonal piece in before Christmas Day.

Inspired by Trisha and Sharron’s pieces, I thought I’d try and get the wonderful detail those talented poets do. I also thought I’d try this structure – what fun!

Anyway, read on;

Christmas always reminds me of ;

The coal fire

Burnt sausage rolls 

Mince pies 

The turkey in the oven at 7 am 

Carry on films

On the telly 

I got a wooden jigsaw puzzle one year

Normally 

I hate them

Bore me stiff

I was too old for the big wooden pieces 

Loved it 

Anyway 

Christmas dinner was anti-climatic  

Dry turkey

Brussel sprouts 

Crackers loud 

Only the trifle was worth having 

Lemonade 

Sometimes 

A dark Boxing Day afternoon 

Holiday adverts

All presents  

Opened 

Parents and brother hungover  

Why do 

We bother? 

H Moulson 2021

So, PL’s, what can I really say? Except a very Happy Christmas to everyone and thank you all for tuning in this past year.

Seasons Greetings part II

Hello Poetry Lovers

Christmas draws nearer, and I have another seasonal treat to show you. This is by the lovely and clever poet, Sharron Green

I particularly liked this one because it emphasises the splendour of the season while bringing up relevant issues. I thought this was a very clever and engaging piece.

Thank you so much, Sharron, and congratulations on winning the University of Surrey’s Poetry competition. Do read on;

Christmas Countdown

Clusters of crystals glitter the rose buds

Tinsel the treetops in lullaby lanes

Snow flakes have drifted, sledging through soap suds 

Terrible torture to chubby chilblains

Down in the village, homes are bedecked now

Fairy lights garland each garden and roof

Santas on sleighs and Rudolphs project how

Each wants a visitor, this is their proof

Children have scribbled and drawn their desires

Hence all the Black Friday bargains to wrap

Chaos of gifts strewn beside roaring fires

Toxic news turns all plans made to crap

Seems that each day there’s diminishing cheer

Watching the list of do’s and don’ts grow

Twenty-one tapers, eyes turn to next year.

We’ll make the best of this Christmas though.

Rhymes_n_Roses 2021

Thank you again, Sharron and keep them coming please. Wasn’t that a wonderful piece?! It really reflected our current climate.

Stay tuned, PL’s for more seasonal antics real soon…

Seasons Greetings

Hello Poetry Lovers

I guess it’s time to get seasonal and still keep my obsession with food. However, this particular food we will all be obsessed about.

Yes, a lovely poem from Trisha Broomfield about those traditional mince pies and the nostalgia and memories they evoke. Rosy yet painful at times.

Lovely detailed poem, Trisha, thank you so much. Do read on;

Mince Pie Time

I crumb butter into flour

the mixing bowl your old one

creamy patterned like an Aran sweater

elbows up, the kitchen counter too tall,

suddenly I am four again

crumbing Trex into Homepride

your own mother’s mixing bowl

elbows up, feet on a stool

the kitchen table too tall,

breadcrumbs of nearly shortcrust appear

and I don’t know how,

add an egg, cold water, just a touch.

It’s mince pie time again

but because I am four once more

I reach for the spoon

dollop red jam into cups of pale pastry.

© Trisha Broomfield 2021

Wasn’t that such a moving journey? Who didn’t get a lump in their throat, remembering their own mother’s baking these timeless things? With my own Mum it was more sausage rolls and when Christmas Eve comes round, I can still smell that baking aroma. Sigh!

Thanks so much for tuning in, PL’s. We’ll be real soon with another seasonal piece

Grey Breakfast

Hello Poetry Lovers

Here we are once again on my favourite subject; Food. Inspired by Trisha Broomfield’s terrific breakfast poem last week, I just had to do one of my own. I didn’t mean it to end up like it did but I feel it’s worth a read anyway. See what you think;

Why is it that Sugar Puffs are so enticing ?

In adverts they explode out the pack – splat!

Over a laughing ladies’ pristine dining table 

When I tried that at home, I got shouted at!  

Mum is saving up her Embassy Coupons

To replace the old pan cooking my porridge

I really think she should get me a Sindy Doll 

Because my only friend’s moving to Norwich 

Doorstep toast emerges from under the grill 

And my bloody brother has nicked the jam

I’ll be alone in the midst of the playground

And no-one seems to give a damn 

I say goodbye to Lynn, shivering in her mac

Standing outside her former front door

A long lonely walk to school from now on

My mum simply asks what I’m crying for 

H. Moulson 2021

Well, I hope that wasn’t too grim, PL’s. Not that festive I know, but I was fascinated with the breakfast idea and how many emotions we carry with that vital meal.

More importantly, it gave me a chance to get out my crayons!

Thank you for tuning in, I’ll come up with something festive then (possibly)……

Breakfast Corner

 

Hello Poetry Lovers

Well, it looks like my food fixation is here to stay. I’ve even included a photo of me in an IKEA kitchen!

However I would have been inspired by Trisha Broomfield’s lovely piece anyway. Simply titled Trisha’s Breakfast, these succinct words show us what a complex meal breakfast is these days. Great fun, I love it. Do read on ;

Trisha’s Breakfast

Breakfast isn’t always easy

porridge doesn’t hit the spot

eggs make me feel rather queasy

I’m up by seven on the dot

Toast is dull and rather flat

fruit too fresh and wide awake

kippers I’d give to the cat

too much by half this time of day

Avocado is a current choice

despite the miles that they fly

a shame they do not have a voice

I could choose sausages to fry

Pumpkin seeds and almonds I could try

to go vegan and respect the world

or get out early, go and buy

buttered croissants neatly curled

but despite my fast since supper time

what I need first thing you see

a biscuit, I know it doesn’t rhyme,

and a mug of good strong tea.

Wasn’t that just lovely?! Bless you, Trisha, thank you so much. Please keep them coming.

Thanks for tuning in, PL’s, till the next time…

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