Saturday, 20 December 2014

An Australian Whine

Some statistics shock and make you think
Take the case of those who drive and drink
According to the News* I read
South Australia’s face is red!

Proud of their “Free Settler” name,
This wine-growing State can claim
A heritage rich and diverse
Who now find that they come first

In terms of alcohol consumed
Pro capita; it is assumed
They belie their epithet to date
As Australia’s driest State!

*In The Advertiser - Adelaide’s daily newspaper

(c) Poet in the woods 2014

Friday, 19 December 2014

Journey into Adelaide

Amid the eucalypts, a path
Strewn with sunburned, crinkly leaves
Wild summer winds track aftermath
Today, however, a soft breeze.

Off-peak travel, bumbling train
No conductor; a machine
Coins jangle in the slot again
Parched landscape, scattered flecks of green.

Empty stations, lonely halts
Few passengers alight or board
Netting hides the rock face faults
Beside the gorges deeply scored.

No conversations in the air
The clicking keyboard’s day has come;
I switch my mind off and I stare
Bemused, half-blinded by the sun.

A hospital, brand new, in sight
As we reach the city’s heart
The “Cheese Grater”* glitters, silver bright
My day in Adelaide can start!

*South Australian Medical Research and Science Centre

(c) Poet in the woods 2014

Wednesday, 17 December 2014

Mango Heaven

How to describe my favourite fruit?
Alluring, beautiful, curvaceous loot
Delicious, energising flesh
Gorgeous, (w)holesome - it’s the best!
Juicy, karma-inducing, lush
Who can resist a mango rush?

This tropical loveliness is mine
In Australia at Christmas time.
Flown in crates from Queensland sun
Its fragrance makes my tastebuds hum
I’m unable to resist the lure
Of a ripe mango – there’s no cure!

(c) Poet in the woods 2014

Tuesday, 16 December 2014

Changi Airport

Vast complex – corridors and gates
Where South-East Asia warmly waits
Huge invasions dovetail-planned
As East and West extend a hand.

Changi Airport in the night
Blazes with electric light
Free movies, therapies and spa
Butterfly garden Shangri-La.

Singapore girl, dark-haired, is sweet
Cute, gentle face – in form petite
Contour-hugging uniform
She takes the Westerners by storm.

Many flights stop on their way
From Europe’s wintry climes each day
Back-packers cross with business suits
Teams of sportsmen, tourist groups.

All styles of clothing – rarely smart
Once glamorous travel – leaves no mark
Endless travellers, sleep-deprived
Read, shop or doze, kids by their side.

Throughout, the mobile phone in use
Without it – you are a recluse!
Check-in and transfer automated
The personal touch is overrated…

(c) Poet in the woods 2014

Monday, 15 December 2014

Exit the Lions?

West London under crisp blue skies
Unexpected sunshine – a surprise
An air of Christmas – glitzy shops
Year-end weariness - winter stocks.

Brash and harsh consumer hype
Windows doused in neon light
This frenzied buying leaves me cold
Everywhere lie gifts unsold.

A highlight on this wintry day
A lunch with friends; I make my way
To the lions in Trafalgar Square;
A film crew tells me they’re not there!

But I can see them proudly lazing
At the feet of Nelson, gazing
Into mists and tourist crowd
As if about to roar out loud!

Will, film maker, richly paid
Explains a trailer’s being made
With clever cutting, I’ve no doubt
As the lions will be airbrushed out!

The National Gallery looms ahead
The stone steps echo to my tread
I spend a pleasant hour or two
With all four lions in full view!

(c) Poet in the woods 2014

Sunday, 14 December 2014

The Bin Rat

Household scraps, organic waste
In Ozzie kitchens have no place
Wrapped up tightly they reside
In vast wheelie bins outside.

Harsh sun causes fermentation
An unwanted health risk for the Nation.
As these deep bins come alive
And microorganisms thrive!

A heavy duty dark green lid
Keeps detritus carefully hid
Away from fauna’s prying eyes
Maggots, ants, aphids and flies.

These individual “slums” are cleared
Just once a fortnight - which is weird.
On Pick-up Days beware the smell
From these wheelie bins from hell!

Unbeknown to neighbours all
A tenacious rat had had a ball
Gnawing through the solid lid
He’d found a way inside and hid.

Chased out twice from rotting lair
The third time, they just left him there
The container emptied, rat embarked
His prospects at the least were stark!

(c) Poet in the woods 2014

Saturday, 13 December 2014

On a Wedding Card

There is nothing like the special glow
That a man and woman come to know
When both deep in their hearts decide
Togetherness is groom and bride.

The date they choose to celebrate
With friends their brand new married state
Is an outward show of their new bond
As they step into a warm beyond.

So for you both, my dear sweet friends
Who see life through a lover's lens
May peace and joy, good health and fun
Keep your journey in the sun!

A wedding - be it filled with splendour
Is a magic moment to remember
But behind that dress and golden ring
Is a life that's shared – a precious thing.

Treat each other well, be kind
To the other's faults, be blind
Life's a challenge - as you know
But may you never lose love's glow!

(c) Poet in the woods 2014