CLEAR COLD WATER

I appear to be writing simple, self-explanatory poems at the moment. It is not part of some strategy merely what is bubbling to the surface.
This poem is no exception.

My Day

scratching the parking permit

I have to ask Ollie the date

and it turns out

you’re one hundred today

the sun still shines

for now the world goes on

later as darkness falls

I will cross Dartmoor

then I will read

how the sea is turning to acid

later still I will toast you

in clear cold water

You can read about the changing state of our oceans here.
The poem is essentially reportage. I wrote it at the end of the day when I was reflecting back on the day's events.

Here's Offa Rex singing The Blackleg Miner. I only heard the album recently, my Decemberists radar must have malfunctioned when the album came out. The song is from the North-East and I first heard Steeleye Span singing it on their debut album. It was made popular by Louis Killen.

Until next time.