Today's poet

[Stef F]

I'm really liking this. I've read it lots of times. I've no idea what its really about but for me it conjures up a feast of images.

I think sometimes I feel like an overlooked dried raw umber skin that was once a blob of gravy and just occasionally I feel like I could have been projected through the air from a knife of the regimental silver - what a way to be delivered! I love these lines

I've been writing a few recently here's a new one I don't want to over explin this one although you might not know what I am harping on about

I am a blob of gravy on a painting
by Ternce Cuneo. Hiding amongst
brushstroked darkness, besides the
thick impasto muzzle flash. A variation

in trajectory, would see me an inch into
that chrome orange and vermillion red,
brash as an evening fair in late August.

How i got here is a mystery, perhaps
projected through the air from a knife
of the regimental silver or flicked
in silent contempt from a saluting
middle finger. Not even the ellusive

mouse freely skipping across spilled
ammunition tins is aware of me, but why
should he be, I'm a dried raw umber skin
that once was a blob of gravy.

[Derby Tup]

Herdwick tupping ram
bull-like shoulders, curly horns
magnificant beast

[Derby Tup]

first Wheatear of spring
flittering from post to post
on Dalehead's slopes

[Nathaniel Lee]

Fell Running.

How can you be fleet,
When up to your knees in peat,
Look at the map and go down the wrong fell,
Then have to run up again, oh well,
Feeling good with your descending.
How many will you pass,
Whoops there go your feet you end up on your ass,
These are what make Fell running great,
We don't want the H and S culture from our nanny state,
There's nothing i like more than being with friends,
Getting filthy running up hills and in bogs,
Hoping it never ends.

By Herakles

[Alf]

Snow, snow here again.
I would rather have the wind and rain.
Those two elements are soon gone.
But snow tends to linger on.
Snow's slippy when you run and wet and cold.
The young may love it but not the old.
Go snow so I can run without fear
If you must return then make it next year!


Alf
(Heavily influenced by William McGonagall )

[Harry H Howgill]

Herdwick tupping ram
bull-like shoulders, curly horns
magnificant beast

A great image DT.

[Hes]

Some great poetry today Alf, Herakles and Derby Tup!

The Gift

You brought me mangoes
and set them on my table.
Unprepossessing, thick-skinned,
those hard green fruit.
Only the hint of a blush
suggesting that within.
With quick, deft hands
you pared their bodies
and slitting the wet, orange flesh
you unleashed the sun
...the moon, the stars...
and how we devoured them,
lips sticky from their juice,
tasting the sweetness
that we once thought
we would never taste
again.

[Derby Tup]

The Gift

You brought me mangoes
and set them on my table.
Unprepossessing, thick-skinned,
those hard green fruit.
Only the hint of a blush
suggesting that within.
With quick, deft hands
you pared their bodies
and slitting the wet, orange flesh
you unleashed the sun
...the moon, the stars...
and how we devoured them,
lips sticky from their juice,
tasting the sweetness
that we once thought
we would never taste
again.

Utterly brilliant Hes!

[Nathaniel Lee]

Am i the only one who thinks mangoes taste like soap ?. Good poem Hes.

[Derby Tup]

Am i the only one who thinks mangoes taste like soap ?. Good poem Hes.

Depends which soap you use mate!