A walk in the park
Where there is some talk
Of raising the Snark
Misguided remark.
There is no conclusion
That I could envision
To plunder delusion
And clear the confusion
While we may contest
That theories attest
His morbid diffusion
Just leave him to rest.
Aug 9, 2020
Aug 9, 2020 at 6:49 AM UTC
The two meter square dance
Leaving nothing to chance
Everybody's doing it
The pavement prance.
By Government order
Single file avoidance style
Mask covered faces
Queuing spaces.
Aug 9, 2020
Aug 9, 2020 at 6:43 AM UTC
Carpet wearing days
Widowscoping days
Garden tending phase
Lockdown crazes.
More pushing up daisies
Unknown contact traces
Some recovery cases
Thursdays clapping days.
Aug 9, 2020
Aug 9, 2020 at 6:36 AM UTC
The sun is shining, games not played
only the dog walkers parade
Morale declining children pining
This is the plague decade.
Key workers nervously
bravely give service
while others wait
to discover their fate.
Watching wretched news
numbers are rising
much televising
loves no one would choose.
Aug 9, 2020
Aug 9, 2020 at 6:31 AM UTC
Carpet wearing days.
Windowscaping ways.
Garden tending phase.
Lockdown crazes.
More pushing up daisies.
Unknown contact traces.
Some recovery cases.
Thursdays clapping days.
May 10, 2020
May 10, 2020 at 9:44 AM UTC
The sun is shining, games not played,
only the dog walkers parade,
morale declining, children pining,
this is the plague decade.
Key workers nervously,
bravely give service,
while others wait
to discover their fate.
Watching wretched news,
numbers are rising,
much elegising,
loves no one would choose.
May 10, 2020
May 10, 2020 at 9:34 AM UTC
Competing for chores, staying indoors,
rationing fresh air, the lonely despair,
managing the food stocks, watching the clocks,
we're in it together, inhumane tether.
News depressiing, rigid rules,
people are dying, NHS trying,
carting them off, telltale dry cough,
too many dangerous, dissenting fools.
Apr 20, 2020
Apr 20, 2020 at 5:23 AM UTC
Incomer and native,
crowned princes of Orkney arts,
the two communed together
with wind, wave and wilderness.
Their works kindled many hearts
conjured festivals of Island
arts, tragic St. Magnus Opera,
Fairwell to Stromness, poetry,
newsprint and novels.
George Mackay Brown's words,
Peter Maxwell Davies' music,
they left us their works,
left wind, wave and wilderness.
Dec 4, 2019
Dec 4, 2019 at 5:58 AM UTC
He found it difficult to sustain
correct connected feelings. Not that
he didn't sympathize or feel sad,
remember better days, blame impatience.
Still he knew he had to behave well,
do the right things, say the right things.
A little quiet gentle humour
might break the tension, but the ones
left behind, those who were close
had to be spared. The dead never cared.
Would he have felt like them? Perhaps.
Normal life becomes unreal, closed
down empty, far from the glittering eye,
smothered, for some never to be recovered.
He was a stranger at the funeral feast.
Dec 4, 2019
Dec 4, 2019 at 5:50 AM UTC
Two brothers at arms length, both
earls of Orkney. Internecine
feud, inherited condition
or consequence of tradition.
Magnus sacrificed himself
to Haakon's axe man, saviour
of Orkney from civil war.
The memorial Cathedral of
St. Magnus, built by Earl Ragnvald,
tribute to his uncle's martyrdom
inspires the Bay of Kirkwall.
Within a pillar south of the ***** screen,
above head height and easily missed
was laid a block of lighter stone,
inscribed with a cross that guards the bones
of St. Magnus, focus of the pilgrim's dream.
Jul 31, 2019
Jul 31, 2019 at 6:24 AM UTC