Today's poet

[Old Whippet]

Tired and emotional

Sneaking about on the thread,
When everyone's going to bed,
My wonderful drunken soliloquy,
I've forgot the words, Oh silly me,
And fell down the stairs head first.

I wish i hadn't snook on the thread,
As i wouldn't have broken me head,
My elegant verse and rhyme,
Turned into literary crime,
All because i drank to much wine.

By Matt Harmston

tri - this could well be a vision. I'll be sleeping downstairs tonight!

[Nathaniel Lee]

I think the nudist beach would be a laugh just like the couple in the advert on telly going skinny dipping. However the temperature this time of year may not necessarily show the gentlemen in our group in the best light ! {ahem}.

[Old Whippet]

I think the nudist beach would be a laugh just like the couple in the advert on telly going skinny dipping. However the temperature this time of year may not necessarily show the gentlemen in our group in the best light ! {ahem}.

believe me... a nudist beach at Blyth would be more of a shudder than a laugh. The good folk of Blyth, on the whole, do not specialise in 'skinny'! Mind you, at this time of year, there's be precious little to see!

[Nathaniel Lee]

Lady Lazarus

I have done it again.
One year in every ten
I manage it-----

A sort of walking miracle, my skin
Bright as a Nazi lampshade,
My right foot

A paperweight,
My featureless, fine
Jew linen.

Peel off the napkin
O my enemy.
Do I terrify?-------

The nose, the eye pits, the full set of teeth?
The sour breath
Will vanish in a day.

Soon, soon the flesh
The grave cave ate will be
At home on me

And I a smiling woman.
I am only thirty.
And like the cat I have nine times to die.

This is Number Three.
What a trash
To annihilate each decade.

What a million filaments.
The Peanut-crunching crowd
Shoves in to see

Them unwrap me hand in foot ------
The big strip tease.
Gentleman , ladies

These are my hands
My knees.
I may be skin and bone,

Nevertheless, I am the same, identical woman.
The first time it happened I was ten.
It was an accident.

The second time I meant
To last it out and not come back at all.
I rocked shut

As a seashell.
They had to call and call
And pick the worms off me like sticky pearls.

Dying
Is an art, like everything else.
I do it exceptionally well.

I do it so it feels like hell.
I do it so it feels real.
I guess you could say I've a call.

It's easy enough to do it in a cell.
It's easy enough to do it and stay put.
It's the theatrical

Comeback in broad day
To the same place, the same face, the same brute
Amused shout:

'A miracle!'
That knocks me out.
There is a charge

For the eyeing my scars, there is a charge
For the hearing of my heart---
It really goes.

And there is a charge, a very large charge
For a word or a touch
Or a bit of blood

Or a piece of my hair on my clothes.
So, so, Herr Doktor.
So, Herr Enemy.

I am your opus,
I am your valuable,
The pure gold baby

That melts to a shriek.
I turn and burn.
Do not think I underestimate your great concern.

Ash, ash---
You poke and stir.
Flesh, bone, there is nothing there----

A cake of soap,
A wedding ring,
A gold filling.

Herr God, Herr Lucifer
Beware
Beware.

Out of the ash
I rise with my red hair
And I eat men like air.


Sylvia Plath.

I have been there and read the book and bought the t-shirt and she is one of the poets who i really admire and understand. It isn't some some goth death thing either it's because i have shared the headspace she sometimes occupied.

[freckle]

Good call TRi..she is bloody brilliant isn't she?...and your not bad either mate!....

here is the lady herself reading the poem on you tube....

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=esBLxyTFDxE

[Nathaniel Lee]

Thank you Freckle. She is a very interesting character. So how far on the sands tomorrow ?. Have you pencilled in any definite races yet ?. I have to do Round rotherham 50 miler as i had to dnf thru injury. Unfortunately because of few reasons medical and otherwise i am in an embarrassing state and need to lose a fair amount of weight. All problems sorted enough as not to cause me an issue now so as of jan 4th i start in earnest.

[freckle]

Thank you Freckle. She is a very interesting character. So how far on the sands tomorrow ?. Have you pencilled in any definite races yet ?. I have to do Round rotherham 50 miler as i had to dnf thru injury. Unfortunately because of few reasons medical and otherwise i am in an embarrassing state and need to lose a fair amount of weight. All problems sorted enough as not to cause me an issue now so as of jan 4th i start in earnest.

Hi TRi..I am hoping to do clayton Banks in north yorkshire on 10th January (see northumberland fell runners website for details).....not sure how far on the sands tomorrow probs not too long but my brother is considerably fitter than me so it will be a good session shall we say!...good luck with your training, you shouldn't feel embarassed, my main objective this year as a novice is to complete ten races and just get round...it is easy for us to put ourselves down when there are so many good runners out there but we are doing it for the enjoyment and also how many people do you know that actually run up mountains? I also think it is admirable that you keep on keeping on inspite of health difficulties it shows real guts and determination, qualities whicj will no doubt stand you n good sted in this ol sport!...anyhow it would be great to see you at some races soon

[Nathaniel Lee]

Pretty much same here just want to finish nothing more. Good night to you all.

[freckle]

Pretty much same here just want to finish nothing more. Good night to you all.

Good night TRi and all other sleepy fell poets out there...a lively and caring thread tonight xx

[freckle]

Heaven

inky country lane
the only sound owl's song
two hands o(i)n(n)e