Monthly Archives: Feb 2021

The poor green man is at a loss

he has lost his cushion of moss,

if on a walk you turn quickly

you may see him hiding in the trees

but now he’s old and past his best

so even he sometimes needs to rest.

A sensible bird

waits for a tail wind to blow

easing Spring’s journey.

Of all the things I possess

fond memories remain the best.

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False rumours and lies

like an old dog with no teeth

still able to bite.

I’m writing a poem often tried

It’s a version of a sonnet

about a man who was often lied

about and himself did profit from it

I am referring to of course Don Juan

a fictional seventeenth century hedonist

with an ego quite gargantuan.

who did embark on many a tryst

of love or even romance it is often said

his exploits were quite phenomenal,

to judge by the numbers he did bed

and seen as both influential and seminal.

The reason for his downfall is a mystery

but his life will be remembered in history.

The Morris dancers dance and sing,

to patterns fashioned long ago

unwritten, only told and shown.

Still welcoming the start of Spring,

garlands twirl, tambourine bells ring

places set in remembered lines

with merry steps they intertwine,

as reminders of bygone days

the pipe and concertina play

while all hands clapping mark the time.