Thanks for the poetry ...

I wasn't exactly inundated with poetry after my request on World Poetry Day, but I am grateful for those who found the time.

Here - published as promised and donation to Cancer Research UK made.

Strictly Drip-stand

Dancing with a drip-stand, it ‘aint easy,

its tubes and wires threaten to impede

attempts at forward motion; Bloody-minded

it has five wheels so thinks that it should lead.

It helps a lot if you pick the right tune

for your vaguely ballroom progress to the loo,

something like a graceful waltz or foxtrot

(a Charleston, jive or quickstep just won’t do).

There’s just one more thing that you should remember,

to avoid an unexpected tango dip,

don’t forget to take the damn thing’s plug out

before you set off upon your trip!

Samantha Newbury

Bramingham Woods – May

The tide of Spring has broken in the woods

and now the blackthorn drips with foaming spray.

Wide pools of bluebells lap the beeches’ roots;

Legacy of the wave that’s ebbed away.

The whisper of the new leaves in the breeze

reminds me of the quiet surf at play

and verdant scents, that tantalise and tease,

entreat like tiny ripples on the shore;

The wistful ache within my heart is eased

by diving in to wander and explore,

the limpid blue-green depths that lie within

whose dancing leaves and sunlight can restore,

just as saltwater gently soothes the skin,

my weary soul that’s Winter-worn so thin.

Samantha Newbury

Whilst in my daily boring strife

from unknown darkness you arrive

Obscure, Heinous and Brute

You try to usurp my own  life's fruit.

Fadel Abou El Ola