Friday, 31 January 2014

Fifty-two: a poem a week - Three poems to build on for 2014

I have entered into the spirit of the New Year with looking to expand my work, do more poetry gigs, and get something published.

I have produced 5 poems so far in response to this wonderful internet page.

Here are 3 of my first drafts attempts - Three poems to build on for 2014

#1 how to approach a year?
Look around the hotel room.
Inspection reveals more about yourself than the objects, they say.

The view from the window is advertised as restricted,
they all are.

The purpose of the room?
You can think deep about this but need not to, I assure you.

If facing a year in this room
you need to get out more, and worry less about the fixtures or fitting in.

The room ain’t going to move anywhere,
but you can, in so many ways.
In your imagination you can remodel what you like,
those sheets need a clean.
New sheets!

A hotel room is not permanent,
it is you that chooses to make it so.

Jonathan Eyre              1/1/2014

#2 Travelling the Park
Meanwood Park
Def  Meanwood = a common wood on the edge of settlement

Always there is
the single lone crow,
apart from the others,
across this other side of me,
looking around, seeming surprised of my company
cocking its head from side to side
pacing the grass, scanning the ground
and looking across towards the trees,
through towards the evergreens
just checking that all is in its place,
that all is clear
and then another drowning morsel to pull,
to ease with sharp icy beak from this soaking water-logged land.
The wind
fluttering the feathers,
you could never tell from that
that it was so cold,
so much a January day
so much of the sky supported by the Yew trees,
one hunkered down,
the height of a couple of men, broken.
Two others, lithe,
sucking the water clear from the sodden ground
leaving a rare dry area to walk across
to get back to the wall gate
from whence I came a walking.

Jonathan Eyre                                            January 2014

(on hearing that HSBC and its China money is restricting credit again 27/1/14)

So come to my cash point,
and push your debit card between my reception rollers,
reveal your flexible credit card to me,
your red, growing and engorged debt to me,
and I will let you withdraw riches...........
plunder me to the full extent
of your deposit and credit limit,
handle me until I bleep for you to withdraw,
unless or until my Masters' call
a halt to our games,
and insist that finance is all about propriety,
and stifle your lust with demands upon
your property,
and curb your excesses
by calling  me in,
your once willing lover
to say NO,
my mistress now is austerity,
no longer a whore to abundant fiscal growth
no more to groan under your insistent demands.
You thought you were gaining more from me,
when all along
my pimps are conjuring riches
from your indebted embraces.
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