non-ode to a blister

~

non-ode to a blister  (  retsilb a ot edo-non  )

 

scourge of the jogger

the ambler & i

summer’s a temptress

but irksome is thy

 

wart of the walker

the tithe of the tread

rhymer of sister

the colour of red

 

brother of rubber

a badger of me

snare of the wearing

the sting of a bee

 

fruit of my friction

the shoe & the fro

rambling batters

the dermis below

 

anachronistic

& superfluous

singing & springing

& blooming with pus

 

mole of the sockless

the toll of a plod

this little fucker’s

a burdensome sod

 

milkman floating

~

milkman floating  ( gnitaolf namklim  )

 

 

milkman floating over clover

shrouded in a clouded nova

 

up above the droving shepherds

washing socks & spotting leopards

 

screes the trees within the forest

blooming through & sniffs a florist

 

wakes the sleeping undertaker

leaves the dreaming basket maker

 

weaving in a hall of mirrors

as the postman’s posting pillars

 

& the feathered phantoms scarper

morning is a pencil sharpener

 

dawning belenus is ringing

whales within the dales are singing

 

cattle prod the snoring pastures

all is yawning quarter masters

 

see the village flap ‘n’ fluster

chickens pluck a feather duster

 

milkman floating over clover

breathes the beans & greens the grocer

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

cryptic crossword clue ‘ku – 2

~

cryptic crossword clue ‘ku – 2  (  2 – uk’ eulc drowssorc citpyrc  )

 

basket weavers sneeze

belgian country bumpkin burps

bees in aberdeen

 

scratch the magic chin

otter wins the lottery

catching clarinets

 

chequered chestnut mare

alchemy in aberdare

saxon saxophones

 

stub another toe

telepathic telephones

redden herring bones

 

she of teasel trees

ptarmigans in cardigans

is this custard dust?

 

spinsters hissing hymns

spaniel garbles garden hose

antlers on postcards

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

erehwesle neeb

~

erehwelse neeb  (  been elsewhere  )

 

scratching hatched breath

chasing summer’s tailspins

 

brushing black dogs

gently in the jitties

 

smoking codewords

roving over clover

 

spins between a sleep

scrawling rubber walrus

 

so the crowbar flaps

spartans, sparks ‘n’ spanners

 

if the rivers swell

nut another shell in

 

yonder’s woodland nymphs

shatting in the bracken

 

lark with martian folk

flummox flaxen saxons

 

morning is a milkman

& we are all his lovechildren

 

evening is an ombudsman

tossing off a goblin

 

blow the gas of clouds

hymn aloud with whispers

 

gasp a galaxy

– sandwiches f’ tea

 

 

 

( author nodes )

this poem is dedicated to

the dozy, old bullshitter

that i had a bit of a barny with

in the queue of wilkos this morning

coz he said i was standing too close to him

when there was at least four metres between us

& anyways

this corona nonsense is about controlling people – not viruses

so i told him he should have gone to specsavers

& stood me ground

( frightened, little robots )

sgnihton teews repsihw

~

sgnihton teews repsihw  ( whisper sweet nothings )

 

 

( chocolate flamethrowers )

 

( fanny adam’s caramel )

 

( bugger all cake )

 

( spiders on marzipan )

 

( marsh melo penfriends )

 

( ice cream on the fucking sun )

 

( chilli sauce vortex )

 

( apple crumble to dust )

 

( honey-coated mr. – & mrs. nobody )

 

cryptic crossword clue ‘ku

~

cryptic crossword clue ‘ku  ( uk’ eulc drowssorc citpyrc  )

 

son shines shoelaces

soothsayer kicks trampoline

like an iron plum

 

moses blows bugle

a blizzard on your elbow?

flemish penfriend melts

 

bishops on a bus

venusian spy dyes pubes green

treefrog kisses thee

 

pheasant heading north

evaporating waitress

stoat wrote ransom note

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

spinning in july

~

spinning in july ( yluj ni gninnips )

 

 

sweating in cagoules

june’s the stuff of ghouls

calendars & spools

flutter butterfly

 

spreading like the pox

headless chickens box

poets picking locks

lows within the high

 

scatters on the graphs

as a badger laughs

over clovered paths

swirls the dervish sky

 

twisting with the tales

daze within the dales

grasses fade to bales

buddleia & i

 

kiss the tips of tors

as the blither roars

scratch the backs of doors

spinning in july

 

blending with the breeze

brambles grazing knees

scale the changing keys

as the bend is nigh

 

( gasp )

 

spillage fayre

~

spillage fayre  ( eryaf egallips )

 

in the village of the spillage
& the little gland of weasels

 

where the air is a snare
& there’s death in their stare

 

in the kingdom of the karens
with their whispering projections

 

in the bites of their tongue
with a bouquet of dung

 

sings a pickled cabbage poet
in the scrawling of the morning

 

in the shapes of the daze
with a piffle pigeon pen

 

for a bend indeed
is a cowpat on the back

 

but the leas beam green
as the turds scrawl down

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

( author nodes )

 

so eat my weird & go fuck yourselves