Thursday 10 January 2013

Polar bear (fragment)

Faux-fur, faux bear, furry polar Flaubert,
Madame, it's beau, very soothing to stroke,
And the real bear keeps padding on,
Big paws as it pauses,
Slips into the sea,
Sleek seal-foe flowing,
From ice-floe to ice-floe,
Trailing cubs in a row.


Tuesday 8 January 2013

Nyger, Nyger

Feeling poetically silly, so here's a bit of doggerel Blake-ishness...

Nyger, Nyger

Nyger, nyger, black as night,
Seeds so tasty, in plain sight,
Goldfinch, redpoll, brambling too,
In the garden, down they flew.

What the feather, what the beak,
Drains the feeder thrice each week,
Beady eye and perching claw,
Flits about, demanding more.

Glossy plumaged, plump of breast,
Each finch feeds with hungry zest,
Some they squabble, some they wait,
But all eat whether first or late.

Nyger, nyger, black as night,
Seeds so tasty, in plain sight,
Goldfinch, redpoll, brambling too,
The feeder hangs there just for you.

Monday 7 January 2013

13th Night

Now we're back at work again,
The tinsel and the paper-chains
Seem out of time and place,
So down they come,
Stuffed back into bags and boxes,
Stored another fifty weeks,
But not the strings of cards because
Some of those we think we'll keep,
("Oh look, we didn't send them one")
("That one's not FSC, how come?")
A few are put aside 'til later,
To be reborn as tags on wrapping paper,
And then it's done,
Yuletide's dismantled,
Merry undecoration all,
Except the tree with stars and baubles,
It seems quite happy as it is,
I think we'll leave it 'til tomorrow.