Entente Moins Cordiale?

Long-stitch embroidery unrolled

King Harold’s stitched-up death is told

1066 is long ago

But Hastings changed the world we know.

 

French became the Saxons’ tongue

‘Twas, indeed, adroitly done;

William-the-Bastard seized the throne

And all things French became well known…

 

We bear the consequences still!

But BREXIT was a bitter pill

We swallowed - due to flagrant hype;

Can Bayeux’s artwork make things right?

 

Across the channel Macron comes…

He meets King Charles; are they now chums?

Museum visit – moments shared;

New Entente Cordiale* declared?

 

Fly-in-the-ointment: Number Ten

In the shadow of Big Ben

Larry-the-Cat keeps well away

Unimpressed by this display!

(c) Poet in the woods 2026

* The first one was signed on April 8th, 1904 (under Edward VII) between France and Great Britain to organise colonial interests.

11th century Bayeux Tapestry

Larry - Chief Mouser to N° 10 Downing Street since 2011

A CATalogue of Events!

On many days I do not write

As inspiration does not strike

My brain or tweak my thought

It’s like stardust – can’t be caught.

 

Mood, emotions, some weird thing

Will sometimes prompt my words to string

Along in natty rhymes;

But I am not a clock that chimes

 

At regular, predictive times;

Muse Calliope still defines!

To play with words, tease with a pun

(Which you all like!), is just such fun!

 

Some factoids echo in my soul:

Larry-the-Mouser - on a roll

True Guardian of Number Ten

This smart and wily cat stays zen!

 

In dried-up Danube - NAZI ship*!

In fire-raged France - munitions pit!**

Even ‘quiet’ August fires my Muse …

My eager fingers tap out news!

(c) Poet in the woods 2026

* near Prahovo, Serbia, the NAZIs scuttled their Black Sea Fleet in 1944

** Over 400 WWII  unexploded shells found in Le Porge (Gironde)

Larry-the-Cat  - Chief Mouser  at Number 10 - since February 2011.

Monkey Business in Gibraltar!

Great Britain on the Rocks again!

The frontier opens wide to Spain*

A kick-back from the BREXIT deal:

Gibraltar joins E.U. for real!

 

Free flow of workers, (Brit food trade?);

How politics can be waylaid!

A double plus for Spain this week;

Their football skills the French team beat!**

 

That life’s a game has oft been said

But changing sides has history led

As wars and conflicts seek new goals

Changed perpectives, focused roles…

 

But will the Monkeys leave the Rock?

This metaphor is now red hot!

Trans-border crossings in fast lane …

Do I talk in riddles once again?

(c) Poet in the woods 2026

The legendary Barbary macaques are Europe's only free-roaming wild monkeys. According to a famous myth, as long as the monkeys remain on the Rock, Gibraltar will stay under British rule. If they ever disappear, the British will leave. 

* on 15th July, 2026

** Spain beat France in World Cup semi-finals on 14th July, 2026

 

Never a Dull Lull!

A lull in sporting news today!

Lawn tennis finals – yesterday;

Huge crowds love to watch who wins -

Adieu strawberries! Adieu Pims!

 

There's more excitement for news reels:

The Tour de France stops spinning wheels

Time to reflect at slower pace

Before the next stage of the race!

 

We leave the best till last, of course;

Without Red Devils, Swiss and Norse …

As World Cup contenders still on side

Promise a nail-biting ride!

 

Now, France and Spain will fight it out;

Will England Argentina rout?

As with all sport, the game’s the thing;

Which anthem will the winners sing?

(c) Poet in the woods 2026

To Bordeaux by Bicycle!

La Tour de France - quelle tour de force!

Now held every year, of course

Exerts strong pressures few can match;

Outcome predictions can be rash!

 

Created in 1903

The sport is tough - believe you me!

Grim test of stamina and grace

Whose ‘maillot jaune’ claims pride of place!

 

The cyclists speed towards Bordeaux*

Once in English hands, you know,

When the Black Prince held the reins;

Now known for wine and rolling plains…

 

His son, ill-fated Richard II

Is famed for being born here too;

So, this city, now UNESCO site,

Still haunts us with medieval might!

 

(c) Poet in the woods 2026

* 7th étape - 175 km

Held between July 4th - 26th, 2026

R.I.P. Penelope Keith (1940-2026)

For gold-standard light relief

Penelope Anne Constance Keith

Captured hearts and minds on stage

With laughter spilling on each page.

 

Think accent from Home Counties pool

That plummy voice – so convent school

Staccato tones – cut with a knife

What comic timing – art as life!

 

Who else but “To The Manor Born”

Could all others out-perform?

“The Good Life” – Gerry by her side …

In thrall she held us – nationwide.

 

This art of repartee is rare

How we loved her style, her flair …

Alas, she’s taken her last bow

So, we must soldier on somehow ...

(c) Poet in the woods 2026

She died on 29th June, 2026 aged 86 from cancer.

BREXIT - Wrecks It?

10 years have flown by – a decade!

Since Britain by strong hype was swayed

To ignore great benefits accrued

Since joining E.U.’s happy brood!

 

Long queues and barricades at ports;

In came Red Tape: high-cost imports

Of European food and wines;

Now it seems that Britain pines

 

For golden time of free exchange …

Which politics fails to arrange!

So, “Splendid Isolation” rules

Though ardour for this status cools…

 

On the other side of this divide

We, who could not vote, decried:

“This referendum is misplaced”!

Time shows it had egg on its face!

 

Proud Island Nation, still at sea

As always, feels it has to be

At odds with Europe – so it’s plain

Trading Wars thrive here again!

(c) Poet in the woods 2026

Referendum held in June 2016

R.I.P. David Hockney (1937-2026)

I caught the tail end of the news …

An endearing Brit icon we lose;

This leader of the Pop Art scene

Genius painter who has been

 

Multi-skilled in stage design

With photos and prints drawn on line

Dabbling in realms of collage,

Has left a legacy writ large!

 

Think of that sun-blessed swimming pool

His colour palette? Lord of cool!

Or trees in blossom – northern France;

He sure gave portraiture a chance!

 

Widely travelled, art school don

A range of different hats put on;

By nature in all forms inspired,

His exhibitions* much admired!

 

My tribute to this Bradford lad

David Hockney, whose art had

A universal, warm appeal:

Stark, emblematic and surreal!

(c) Poet in the woods 2026

* also in Brussels

Note: offered a knighthood but declined.

He died in London on June 11th, 2026, aged 88

Portrait of Ozzie Clark

In Memory of a Fellow Writer ...

It’s when those younger than you, die …

You’re stopped dead in your tracks, and cry:

“What happened? Surely this can’t be?”

For same-age friends – a tragedy …

 

Time does not stop for those in power …

Or those whose I.Q. can inspire,

Or those well-known or run-of-mill;

The ticking clock is never still …

 

The Fates who snip our lifelong thread

Stand poised with scissors, straight ahead

We cannot see them - but beware

We intimate their presence near …

 

Immortality’s the creed of youth

And by those long-in-the-tooth;

We humans brush such thoughts aside

As life, we feel, is a long ride!

 

This week a much-loved, childhood friend

Whom we hoped the Fates would tend,

Slipped from our gaze despite our prayers

Beset no more by mortal cares…

 

Memories into focus come …

Why did he have to be The One?

He meant the world to near and dear;

How sad his absence leaves us here …

 

Admired, intelligent and smart

Since way back when he’s been a part

Of the creative spark we shared;

I hope he knows how much we cared … 

Poet in the woods 2026

For B.M. (24.2.1949 - 20.4.2026)

On Kings, Princes and Popes

Thoughts filter through my daydream mind;

How royalty is undermined

Kings rise and fall, and Princes too;

From Lodge to Tower would be new.

 

King Charles the Third is now in Rome

A rare desertion from the throne

In the Sistine Chapel he will pray

Beside Pope Leo* on this day.

 

Since King Henry’s “matter great”

Religion has caused much debate;

Wolsey was the last to go

With Catholic dogma overthrow.

 

Way back in 1534

We paid the Vatican no more;

Queen Katherine was put aside

Replaced by Anne as Henry’s bride.

 

The Church of England has stood firm

Though “Bloody Mary” souls would burn ...

Now a new entente is sought

Let’s hope the future is less fraught! 

(c) Poet in the woods 2025

Pope Leo XIV = Robert Francis Prevost

View of St. Peters' Rome

Passing the Cultural Baton!

More Tweety Birds fall off their perch

Leaving culture in the lurch

Famed Sixties’ pop groups all lose members -

Glowing memories and embers…

 

Mick* and Keith Richards – rock and jive!

Cliff * and Tommy Steele – survive!

Yet Diane Keaton, Woody’s muse,

Has hit the headlines; such sad news …

 

It’s all too much; I feel bereft

How many idols are still left?

Some linger, but have lost the plot;

We wonder – how long have they got?

 

Each generation fresh blood brings;

Brand-new stars wait in the wings

En masse, the Baby-Boomers** quit;

This world by others will be lit!

(c) Poet in the woods 2025

* Mick Jagger and Cliff Richard

** The 1946-1964 generation

Diane Keaton (1946-2025) and Woody Allen (1935-)

R.I.P. Dame Patricia Routledge (1929-2025)

There is nothing I could name

Who so deserves the Dame

That our lass of Birkenhead

Won hands down; her talent spread

 

Through Old Vic theatre and TV ;

How we loved her repartee

Born of gritty Northern roots

Her acting had us in cahoots !

 

BAFTA win with  ‘Talking Heads’

Then with Richard, whom she weds

Hyacinth blows us away

With how she says her name : Bucket!*

 

Class-ridden Britain well portrayed

With wit she tries to make the grade

And elevate her humble station ;

Her Hetty Wainthropp – a sensation !

 

Patricia Routledge - household name

Has so many claims to fame …

Appearances no longer kept:

A rich life lived - the Nation wept …

(c) Poet in the woods 2025

* Pronounced Bouquet

Richard and Hyacinth in "Keeping Up Appearances"

in which she starred wih actor Clive Swift.

She died on 3rd October, 2025 at 96.

R.I.P. Dame Jane Goddall (1934-2025)

Another death now heads the list:

Think : ‘Gorillas in the Mist’*;

Like Diane Fossey and hors pair

Jane Goodall’s Africa was rare.

 

Befriending wily chimpanzees**

Observing human traits in these,

Our nearest link, so much alike;

For conservation she would fight…

 

Born in the Thirties, child in war,

The Sixties brought her to the fore;

Her actions and her dedication

To these apes – a revelation!

 

With forest forays left behind

She shared her knowledge with mankind

On lecture tours which captivated 

And new views initiated…

 

One of Nature’s pioneers

Role model for brand-new careers

Her spirit still inspires, set free

At Ninety-One with D.B.E…

(c) Poet in the woods 2025

* 1988 film set in Ruanda

** In Tanzania's National Park

The Potency of Silence

It’s what you DON’T say, that means most;

Silence is a boat that coasts

Along a stream-of-thought unvoiced

Yet, what you THINK perhaps, is choice!

 

We often pause, or hesitate

When with a friend, or on a date

As spoken words can’t be clawed back …

Take diplomats *– they have the knack!

 

Whether love or politics, the game

Of innuendos stays the same;

One party is confused, perplexed

While we’ve bought time to process text!

 

Drama on the stage is key;

How potent silence proves to be;

What isn’t said, is understood …

Pure genius when the actor’s good!

 

Does silence have a golden touch?

Much chatter can be “double-Dutch”;

Two ears, one mouth (that’s you AND me):

God’s ratio is clear to see!

 

(c) Poet in the woods 2025

* i.e. Sir Humphrey Appleby in the BBC's  "Yes Prime Minister"!

i

On Failure and Success

If you don’t succeed: Try!  Try again!

Think Robert-the-Bruce (of spider fame)*;

Success cannot come soon enough

We live and learn as life is tough.

 

Think of small kid who tries to walk

Towards his parent, but distraught,

He can’t manage it first go

Lacking balance, down he’ll go!

 

His little legs won’t take the strain …

He wobbles and falls down – again

Until one day he gets the knack

Sure-footed now – no turning back!

 

Failure breeds success we’re told

Through repetition, we grow bold

Such lessons echo down the years;

The Black Prince had to earn his spurs!**

 

This callow youth, heir to the throne,

Found himself in battle thrown

Learning first hand in the fight

How to be a perfect knight!

 

Being patient is the key

No one’s lives are error-free

Determination makes us strong

And some extremists earn a gong! 

(c) Poet in the woods 2025

* 14th century legend of the King's perseverance watching a spider at work....

* * Aged 16, the Prince fought bravely in the Battle of Crécy in 1346.

The black prince so named aftet the colour of his armour!

He did not become king because he died a year before Edward III in 1376 ...

Under the Clouds

What shall I write about today?

Terence Stamp* has passed away

A heartthrob of our younger years;

Meanwhile, Alaska** heightens fears.

 

Scattered snippets found on line

Which catch our eye from time to time

As fires*** rage in distant lands

And throw a spanner in our plans.

 

That’s it, you see, the Great Unknown:

Real life beyond our mobile phone

Which gives complacency a shake

With hurricane and strong earthquake.

 

We yearn for peace but invoke war

We try to even up the score…

High level meetings to take place

Where Doves and Hawks come face to face ...

(c) Poet in the woods 2025

* Terence Stamp (1938 - 17/8/25) who starred in Billy Budd, The Collector and several Pasolini films in the 1960s  - not to mention The Adventures of Priscilla, Queen of the Desert ...

** Chosen for summit between DJT and VP

*** in Portugal, Spain, Greece and B.C. Canada

A Mixed Palette of News

Let’s think back; in the last few days

We have sweltered in heat haze

Riedlingen train crash – three souls dead

Cambodia/Thailand border – red!

 

Food trucks arrive on Gaza strip

Trump’s trade tariffs take a dip

Satirist Tom Lehrer’s passed

Ozzie Osbourne’s breathed his last…

 

True, friends on holiday, have fun

But for the rest of us, it’s rum

Now heavy rain cleans Monday’s slate

So, what have we to celebrate? 

(c) Poet in the woods 2025

Notes: 27th July: S.W. Germany: Riedlingen train crash caused by overflowing sewage shaft which caused a landslide. 41 people injured.

Tom Lehrer brilliant US satirist, famous in 1950s-1960s (1928 - 26th July, 2025)

John Michael Osbourne, known as Ozzie, leader singer of heavy metal group "Black Sabbath" (1948 - 22nd July, 2025)

Cornucopia on May 23rd

On this day: Ramilles* was won

Brave Joan of Arc’s **ideals undone

Tibet by China was invaded***

And plants by Linnaeus **** upgraded!

 

May 23^rd – short trivia list;

What other events have I missed?

The Internet fills knowledge gaps

And makes us wiser, Folks – perhaps!

 

Facts learned at school are now on line;

For today’s youth that is fine

But nothing beats our Memory Banks

No need for laptop check – but thanks! 

(c) Poet in the woods 2025

Cornucopia - or the Horn of Plenty!

* 1706 - where the Duke of Malborough beat the French

** 1430 - Joan of Arc was captured by the Burgundians 

*** 1951

**** 1707 - Carolus Linnaeus Swedish botanist and explorer  was the first to frame principles for defining genera and species of organisms and to create a uniform system for naming them,

The Birthday Book

 It happens, as along life’s path we roam

Like now in springtime sunshine all alone,

We let our stressed mind wander on its own

Bringing into focus folks we’ve known.

 

I’ve kept a birthday book which I flip through

Autographed by friends; perhaps by you?

Today, I found a name long lost in mist

Someone I once knew and fondly kissed.

 

The years have rolled on by, he’s eighty-two

If he’s still alive (but I’ve no clue!)

And suddenly my Memory Bank releases

An album, jumbled up, in bits and pieces…

 

I’m stopped in my tracks; it all comes back

Deep conversations – all was white or black

How life seemed so simple - we were young

Long sunny days; careers not yet begun …

 

Life’s telescope now held the other way

Means images grow faint then fade to grey

For a moment through a crack, I saw my past;

How memories recalled long shadows cast …

(c) Poet in the woods 2025

In memory of R.D.S.

Musing at the Cenotaph

The cenotaph – an empty tomb

In which a Nation’s lost souls bloom

A poignant symbol all agree

Of futile deaths in lands called “free” …

 

Signed Treaties reneged, then unkept;

Countless widows who have wept;

Man’s failure to maintain the peace

Reminds us War is on long-lease…

 

Conflicts blight our news today:

Heartless drones the bold, smart way!

Though pretexts vary down the years

Every time we shed more tears …

 

At stake – vast oil or water deals

Land acquisition, faith ideals.

So, Injustice furls its banner high

War ignites and brave men die …

 

Global warming’s a rough ride!

“To love one’s neighbour,” we should strive

But sadly, human nature’s flawed

It’s simpler to gird up our sword! 

(c) Poet in the woods 2024

The Cenotaph in Whitehall, London