Poetry – David in Pen and Pics

Solstice

Solstice Dimly lit, a spider’s lair –Our woodshed, storing in dry air,Wood split with axe and careful eye.Winter warmth, and Solstice nigh. Boistery, blusterous winds by night.That morning coffee, it all comes right.Beanie, woollies along Pollen Street,Partly shopping, but folks to greet. Though ‘tis the winter of our discontent,Oldies, chuckle, wrinkled, bent.One stooped on stick,Continue reading “Solstice”

As Chaucer Might See It

Supermarket Shopping Thys fellowe smyles I knowst hym welle.Yn ower smalle toun. A search, he delvesWhere canst be it, we kannot tell.In Pak and Save among the shelvesBye nite be murmrings, little elvesDo frolik, change thyngs on displaeAnd kepe us guessyng eche new day Yon lane Sixs lirks baykinge powrdre.And be therre Pam’s and EdmondsContinue reading “As Chaucer Might See It”