Thursday, 24 October 2024

Five Poems by Kevin Morris

 




A Hyacinth’s Scent Last Night 

 

A hyacinth’s scent last night  

Brought such delight  

To me as she stood,  

Pure and white  

In her box of wood. 

 

Others unopened stood  

In that box of wood.  

They will flower and die  

As will I.  

 

 

Dog and Time 

 

My dog delights in sunlight.  

His tail responds to my hand. 

 

The old clock’s pendulum chops.  

He and I cannot command  

Its inexorable chop, chop. 

 

Yet we can take delight  

In this fleeting light.  

But my friend knows not  

The clock must stop.  

 

 

The Yew 

 

I stood with you  

By the churchyard Yew   

On Palm Sunday  

As children and donkey  

Made their way  

Passed the Yew  

And into the church.  

 

It was wonderful to see  

The children happy.  

But, just on the periphery  

Of joy I often see  

The Yew, which has survived  

So many lives  

Waiting for me.  

 

 

Fragility 

 

I heard children at play  

On a spring day.  

Their voices full of pleasure  

In sunny weather.  

The ice cream van came.  

Then the wild wind  

And the rain   

Came and battered the glass  

In my window frames  

And reminded me  

Of man’s fragility.   

 

 

Rainbow 

 

On a late March day  

The spring hides away.  

The sun may come  

Interspersed with cold rain. 

 

Perhaps I should go  

In search of a rainbow  

For I am told  

That rainbows lead to gold. 

 

I doubt tis so  

But a rainbow  

In a poor poet’s heart  

Is surely art  

And worth more than gold.  

 

 

Kevin Morris was born in the city of Liverpool on 6 January 1969.  

Having read history and politics at University College of Swansea Kevin moved to London where he has lived and worked since 1994.  

Kevin is registered blind and composes his poetry using Job Access with Speech (JAWS) software which converts text into speech and braille enabling him to use a Windows laptop.    

  

  

   

    

 

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