The Mad Emperor Across the Water continues to break records even in his twilight days, though being impeached a second time is nothing to be proud of, but nothing else in his tenure has been either...
Since the start of the pandemic there have been at least five, sometimes seven, cruise liners at anchor either in Lyme Bay or Tor Bay. They are both a spectacular and a sad sight. I cannot help but think of the people who staff these empty, floating hotels and how they would probably like to be back at home with their families.
This poem is not about the ships.
Wallshill summer 2020
the three of them
stop
by the wire fence
by the flowers
by the memories
by the sign that reads
danger crumbling cliffs
the other side is all space
and sea and rocks
they take in the parked cruise ship
waiting it out in Lyme Bay
the views are amazing he tells them
you only live once
doesn’t matter if you die
and like the gentleman he is
he parts the wires
so they can limbo through
I would like to stress that the people in the top photograph are nothing to do with the poem. I have used it because I like the composition and I would like to thank them.
This second poem is from an email, it relates to a project I was involved in some time back. When I read the email I thought it was a poem in itself, a found poem.
Directive
If you could gather some poems
filter down to three max
pick some very different topics
our audience has limited interest
war, mental health and feminism
are all hot topics at the mo
or, maybe one that is,
uniquely Marjons- that could fly!
I have been listening a lot to Untitled [Black is] by Sault. A superb album. Here is Widlfires.
Until next time.
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