I’m still immersed in Romanticism, hence the last few posts on Byron and Shelley. Here, for a change on a grey wintry Sunday, as the shopping frenzy gets into full swing (sign seen on a shop door yesterday: ‘Black Friday Week’. Really) some scraps of doggerel from an old notebook I just came across. Sort of ‘found poetry’, I suppose. I think I first scribbled them down early this year.
You can see why I don’t often attempt poetry. Ah, well.
Donkey
A donkey trotted past. Stretched
Out on its back, fast asleep,
A dog. A mongrel.
Does a Coroner
have to be a doctor or a lawyer?
How many baby
Cases per day
Are doable?
Blind side
Can you see that light?
No.
Can you point to it?
No.
Just try.
There, you see?
Whales
were seen in a fjord
Off the Norwegian coast.
Humpbacks.
Herrings leapt in panic
Out of the water.
Illustration of a whale from the Edo period, 18th-19th century, in the Tokyo National Museum – public domain via Wikimedia Commons
As someone who likes found poetry, I enjoyed these very much! 🙂
Thanks, Karen. I’m always nervous about posting my own original work – glad you liked it
They made me laugh – I wonder who you’d been conversing with before writing these
Gmac- glad you enjoyed them. Not sure of their inspiration now
If I say I like the picture, you’ll think I didn’t like the poems.
But I did. I liked the poems.
I like poems.
I can’t write poems.
Thanks, Liz. It occurred to me after posting that the whale in the picture isn’t a humpback- looks like a sperm whale to me. I just liked it.
Oops, meant to add ‘liked it too’