Every moment makes me think of a minutewhen any one of them might have changed in sixty seconds.If I was never good enough that’s too bad.If happiness never made it, that’s sad. Evenings that went pear-shaped in a moment.Days that could have been saved if nights hadn’t left them for dead.I never said anything I …
Author Archives: aprettykettleofpoetry
Hairspirations
Got to get my hair cut soonand (like always) want John Lennon’s haircut on Top of the Pops in 1970 as Yoko knitted to the tune. I’ve got the hair but not got the hairdresser.When I say ‘short’, they just get out their shaverand start shaving as I sit silently ranting and raving. Anyone know …
The Sleepy Queeny
She would nod off during anythinghowever important.The coronation of the king,a garden party or any diplomatic event. the opening of parliament,a war commemorationa royal visit to disaster victims, touching and poignanta Christmas mass or national celebration, a cup final at Wembley,a royal palladium performance,a documentary on TV,a royal tour on some far off continent. She’d …
Sycamore Gap Tree
More stupid ideas than a brain drain,there’s a massive mind the gap side of the brainthat turns into a brain-dead blobwith a boasting mouth bigger than a gob. Thick as a plank on four legsand a pinball brain rattling inside a wooden skull,each one of them beggars belief begs,sleeping like a log brainwave dull. A …
Afterlife
Garden birds are dying out. So, get out while you can.Because, one day, wood pigeons and the like will be gone.Those mornings when you woke up to a dawn chorus.Those small hours when you rolled home flapping and dying of thirst. You live for poetry and music and artbut you can’t rhyme or sing or …
Menu of Voices
Meak, weak, sleek, antique, chic voice.Rebellious, zealous, jealous, go on tell us voice.Gruff, rough, tough, huff huff, enough voice.Singing, bringing, swinging, winging it, clinging voice. Sensitive, last breath to live, all to give, memory like a sieve voice.Loud, proud, shroud, howled, cowed, bowed, wowed voice.Cold, bold, sold, doled, goaled, coaled, moled, grassy knolled, being told, …
Battle Cry
I’ve been looking atsmoke and mirrors around me.How the shadow of death marchestowards a front in its follyas ghosts of the gone cry. One-eyed war monger mongrelsbay for blood and an eye for an eyeripping open flesh and bone shellsunder a torrent of bullet tears that cry. It’s late and dark and not long to …
Lockdown Limbo Landlubber
I wait for my world to go roundafter ages being flat.With people far away, nature has a field day.Seagulls raid empty squares vying with rubbish-rummaging rats. I wonder if the after-world will catchmy last words.Whether seeing ‘They’re after you’ being graffitied on my four wallsis a sign of paranoia or just a tendency to talk …
Orange Grove
Auspicious stars meeting on Orange Groveprove a self-fulfilling prophesy mum right.Everything falls into place shattering and unearthing a treasure troveas records soar and lovers string each along with relationship kites. If they steal it from you, it must have been worth stealing.On Orange Grove, your bells are peeling.How many times did you play dumband wake …
The Tears Won’t Work
Gargoyle-tantrum quarrellerssquare up as teeny-weeny warriors;Bawl, bawl, bawlThe tears won’t work. Dumped, and left to rot on the sofaby the biggest dumpster your love could muster;Blubber, blubber, blubberThe tears won’t work. So, you didn’t get promotedbursting with hurt pride and eyes bloated;Snivel, snivel, snivelThe tears won’t work. Whiling away a while in your drawing-pin headnot …
A Pretty Kettle of Poetry 