Sunday, 24 July 2016

Holiday Horrors!

What's with our lazy Western ways?
The self-interest, “me culture” stays
Top of the list – injustice rules
Anger heats up, kindness cools...

More bomb attacks, more senseless dead
Those with no hope left, quickly spread
Destruction, horror and despair
The consumer world just does not care...

Where are those values once revered?
Dark clouds have gathered, lives are seared
We've lost our way, our hearts are cold
Compassion can't compete with gold...

Each “Breaking News” tells of more pain
Staying positive is now a strain
Though holidays are in full swing
For many life has a hollow ring …

(c) Poet in the woods 2016


Saturday, 23 July 2016

In Turmoil ...

I scroll down Facebook every day
Themes: politics and holiday
Deep pools, blue skies; sun-filled retreats;
The Silly Season still competes

For our attention - weirdness rules
A wanton waste of lives now fuels
Apprehension under summer sun
Europe needs to act as one...

There are tremors of unrest abroad
Across the Bosphorus a horde
Of lock-downs on an epic scale
No one is awarded bail …

Does the US hold its Trump card high?
Trial by media for this guy
Some sort of hallucination
Seems to grip this once great Nation...

Has it always been as bad as this?
We're edging to a precipice
With the unexpected who can deal?
No summer daydream – this is real!

(c) Poet in the woods 2016



Friday, 22 July 2016

Terrace Thoughts

On a muggy day, such as this July,
When the city centre seems to fry
A swimming pool has more appeal;
Any thoughts of working are unreal.

My rooftop terrace beckons me
Time for feet up – cup of tea
How wonderful to stop, sit down
Wriggle my toes and gently brown...

We live at such a frantic pace
How long since we last touched base?
We fill our lives with excess “stuff”
For many the going is too rough!

And holidays are hectic too
On sultry motorways we queue
Delays at airports, cancellations
Turbo-charged at destinations...

So I wonder, as I sip my tea
In this quiet spot – just birds and me
If it isn't sometimes just as good
To “chill out” in my leafy wood...

(c) Poet in the woods 2016



Thomas - at 30 Months

Thomas – a mini-man these days
Sports a rucksack, quite unfazed
Observing keenly all in sight;
His brain computes each megabyte!

Warmly clad for winter time
Cool weather yes, but Oz sunshine
Means intrepid walks with “keep fit” Dad
Are often on the cards – tough lad!

Veering now towards age three
Acquiring more vocabulary
Thomas means to make his mark
Boy Capricorn is a bright spark!

Both Grannies are so proud of him
But do not gratify each whim
A gentle discipline is fine
Thus, Thomas learns to toe the line...

(c) Poet in the woods 2016


Wednesday, 20 July 2016

The Oakhouse at Axbridge

On age-old square - oak-timbered frame
View of hunting lodge with King John's name
Axbridge reveals its Saxon roots
And echoed to bold Norman boots.

The village has a pristine look
But is mentioned in the Domesday book!
View of the Mendips right outside;
Against the Vikings fortified.

In Alfred's time, a trading post
A market charter it can boast
Awarded back in 1202
Rich burghers had a guildhall too!

The Oakhouse, now a B & B
Row of houses under Edward III
Uneven floors and winding stair
Impressive fireplace – Priest's Hole rare.

In breakfast room – an alcove hides
An ancient well, our host confides
Historic feature, now bone dry
A sign of wealth in times gone by.

Up a flight of steps at topmost tread
Through an opening, purpose-lit, is spread
a mappa mundi drawn with care
But no one knows who put it there...

A sheaf of records, some transcribed
Sale deeds by medieval scribe
Whose spindly writing strains the eyes
How amazing that it all survives!


(c) Poet in the woods 2016

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Tuesday, 19 July 2016

Axeman on the Würzburg Train!

More “Breaking News” invades our day!
(Not Trump's convention, Cleveland way)
But an unprovoked attack
Mid-evening on Bavarian track.

Life jolts us all in fits and starts
Terror strikes the stoutest hearts
When a young Afghani takes a stand
In a Deutsche Bahn with axe in hand!

Armed also with a deadly knife …
Several fight now for their life;
Only seventeen, no families ties
Unknown – radicalised.

Gunned down when fleeing Würzburg train;
Unsuspecting families in pain
A police raid on his poor effects
An IS flag quickly detects...

He will never harm again
But think of those upon the train
Travelling in the summer sun:
At any moment Death may come...

(c) Poet in the woods 2016

On 18th July, 2016


At the Eurostar Terminal, Brussels

Sam's Café gleams, the queue is long
Hot coffee - zebra eyes look on!
Early travellers, rucksacks bulging
Crowd the tables, all indulging

In couques and crumbly croissants fresh
Which leave their plastic trays a mess
A sense of expectation reigns;
Across the concourse – Channel trains!

A painless check-in, automated
Security is overstated
Though the Army lads stroll by
British passports get the eye.

Stretched-out seating occupied
Off-school children, bleary-eyed
Gift carrier-bags, spread maps and books;
Phones get surreptitious looks...

Rare are those in business suit
T-shirts and ripped jeans on this route
We're called for boarding, rise as one
The summer exodus has begun!

(c) Poet in the woods 2016