by phillipw | Nov 1, 2019 | TR
Trump Cards Made of Satin Let’s not be coarse or subtle, but some cloth Between, perhaps like raw silk with nubbles In warp and woof. Let’s use the wise god, Thoth, As guide so no one’s falseness troubles Debating of the truth. We need the strong Resilience of...
by phillipw | Oct 16, 2019 | CR, TR
I Saw the Cricket Ground I saw the cricket ground in evening light, In Windsor light with calm men moving through The evening air and dressed in cricket white. Long centuries are contained beneath the blue Of evening sky which folds the chestnut blooms In its...
by phillipw | Oct 14, 2019 | CH, FR, ST, TR
Lament for a Tree Surgeon .. I dip my heart in elegy and write, A pen held firmly by the hand of grief. Encyclopedic is the size and height Of this my undertaking. Turn a leaf Of it forever and my sorrow will Have just begun. A hundred trillion trees Can fall to...
by phillipw | Sep 23, 2019 | FR, OL, TR
Free Travel Passes for Dirty Old FФckers The major problem with the travel pass Is that it packs the coaches with old folk Like me. Of course it pains me to be crass, But, bluntly, frankly no one with egg yolk Hair, auburn, carrot top, or even brown (Or brilliant...
by phillipw | Sep 16, 2019 | PO, TR
I Want to Go to Sleep, but Poems… I want to go to sleep, but poems keep On brushing with their wings against my eye. I want to take a fatal nap, but sleep Is flicked away by angel pinions high Above such cowardly retreat. Feather Upon feather brushes up against...
by phillipw | Jul 14, 2019 | TR
Once was Evil Enough The ancient tragedies of Athens played Upon that stage just once and then were rolled Around themselves in paper. They had made Impressions strong enough and so were scrolled Up, waiting … silently … for who knows what? For paper...
