Poem 820 – The British Museum

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Bewildering corridors disorien-
tate,
cause us to lose all sense of
direction, anchor in time and place.
Down
ancient rabbit holes we
plunge, exploring other
worlds. Past
sarcophagi
and samurai
we twist
and turn
until
a burst of light and space
and caffeine smells and shops
and tripping out into
a parallel dimension,
full of busy streets
and bulging bright red buses.

Had a lovely time today exploring the wonders of the British Museum with friends. What an amazing place.
(14.03.26)

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Poem 819 – Night Sounds

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Clockwork clattering under the wheels of passing
traffic upon an abandoned metal sign,
its body battered by incessant punches.
The pendulous pulse of wind upon the house,
lifting creaky floorboards and sighing sheets.
Fence panels wait for telekinesis’ toss.
We sleep uneasily, the night feels haunted.

A noisy night last night…
(13.03.26)

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Poem 818 – Them Foreigners

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Sometimes, I wonder who the foreigners are?
The ones housed in a nearby hotel I’ve come
to know, whose humanity has touched my soul?
Who had to turn away, with shuddering shoulders,
fearful for their family in Iran?
The ones who persevered, despite their stuttering
tongues, to find a way across the gap?
Who strove to get a job and contribute,
caring in ways that we cannot or won’t?
Or those celebrating its closing down
by insisting ‘them foreigners aren’t welcome here’?

The more I’ve got to know our neighbours, the more I’ve seen our shared humanity.
(12.03.26)

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Poem 817 – The Hobbies

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Two graceful ballerinas scything
through the muggy, post-storm air.
A dart of russet tights and arc
of speckled chest, they swoop in turn
through freckled clouds of flying insects,
delighting in the ease at dining.

We stand and for awhile that’s all,
this choreography and us,
until the air begins to clear.
Then they too dissipate, leaving
us earthbound, leaden, wondering if
we’ll ever see their like again.

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I started reading J.A. Baker’s The Peregrine today. It brought to mind the one and only time my wife and I saw two hobbies flying over the River Lee. An amazing sight.
(11.03.26)

Poem 814 – Imminent

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A late winter’s walk, a wander through
the misty wood before the spring arrives.
Above, hidden within the white damp veil,
a riot erupts of raucous birds aroused
by the promise of pending season change ahead.
Their chatter chimes like church bells summoning
the buds to bloom, confetti blossom showers
that freshly fill the air with fragrant colour.

Our Sunday afternoon walk was marked by the thick sound of birdsong.
(08.03.26)

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Poem 813 – Twenty Qs

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Quirky and quizzical,
This quintessentially English
Quest to quantify
And quarrel over lists
To fill their qualifying
Quota, may be a quagmire
Of querulous quips and queries,
But quibbling over such questions
Is a worthy quarry,
A quixotic quiver of quanta,
That quickens not quashes
Our curiosity.

With the surname Quant, I want to promote the letter Q.
(07.03.26)

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Poem 811 – Fading…

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Rereading this week’s poems
I find myself concerned
It seems that I am fading
New ways each day in turn

On Monday I lost hair
On Wednesday it was words
Today I find it’s sight
My prescription has got worse

At this rate by the weekend
With this ongoing theft
Of sight and sound and hairlines
There might be nothing left

A vacuum in the room
A space where I once stood
A gap in human memory
By absence now obscured

Inspired by a visit to the opticians this morning – it’s not as bad as it sounds!
(05.03.26)

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