Going to sea.

[Jerrybaldy]

A mustard reminder of last nights sleep
resides inside my eye.
A lunar dawn,
as memories fade
like piss stains on my pants.
.
A boy runs past me in the park,
bouncing a ball through autumn trees.
I suck on a fish paste sandwich,
‘Bounce the ball slowly, boy.’
Watch as it hovers in the blackening sky
beside the dying moon.
Capture that raven about to fly.

Upon rainbow puddles,
baby, warm, in his pram,
reaches for bubbles blown
toward the spectre moon.

I part venetian blinds
a worm sucks back to the lawn,
an apple falls to the ground,
a bus whisks commuters to their death,
Billy wraps his front tooth in tissue paper,
the fork divorces the spoon.
A mother dives from Beachy Head
by the light of the transparent moon.

Here comes the sun,
let hammerheads rush in,
then part to reveal the moon.
The moon, the moon, the moon.
In a pea green boat, in piss stained pants,
by the light of the silvery moon.

[hillwalker]

I'm about to go to bed and shall probably have nightmares after reading this. There are some arresting lines hidden away here :

Capture that raven about to fly.

a worm sucks back to the lawn,
an apple falls to the ground,

the fork divorces the spoon.

It's like the sum total of a lifetime encapsulated in 30 lines. Some events follow a linear pattern - some are reversed. Some are of major significance - some are so banal we wonder why you bother recording them. Life as seen through the eyes of Joe Public.

Write on.

H

[Jerrybaldy]

Thanks Hill. I hope you slept well. Although you will hate the comparison you are the Cowell around here :)
Did I mention already its good to have you back?
cheers.

[zoolane]

Great way of having fun with Jerry poem.

[Bar22do]

omnipresent moon! to think it has to see all this! I'd better go to sleep too (though it doesn't seem to be the same night)... :grouphug:

[hillwalker]

Thanks Hill. I hope you slept well. Although you will hate the comparison you are the Cowell around here :)

I've been smiling all day after seeing this. Your wish is my command.

H

[aliengirl]

This is a wonderful read and I liked the way 'moon' is present in every stanza. The last stanza reminds me of Lear's Pussy Cat and Owl poem. BTW, it is odd that I'm also reading this as I'm about to go to bed. :)

[Jerrybaldy]

Thank you zoo, Bar and aliengirl. The last lines are lifted directly from The Owl And The Pussycat.

And...... HILLWALKER!!!!! Haaaa haaaaa. You can't have been smiling as much as I am now :hurray::hurray::hurray::hurray::hurray::thumbsup: :thumbsup::thumbsup::cheers2::rofl:

[firefangled]

Some of the lines in this did seem mundane at first, but as Hill said, they fit, once I put it all together. What I liked especially and seemed to serve a s clue as to how to take this poem, was the excerpt from The Owl and the Pussy Cat, which I also thought, even as a child, had a boring rhythm for such an adventurous and romantic theme.

[Haunted]

The world again, as filtered through your eyes, in its glory and goriness. Here, another one of your killer metaphors or whachayacallit I so admire:

the fork divorces the spoon.
A mother dives from Beachy Head
by the light of the transparent moon.

[Haunted]

"JB made me do it"

Too funny Hill. I've been laughing for over 5 minutes. My poems can take a beating, but no matter what you say, just don't vote me off the show!!!! lol

[Silas Thorne]

Excellent work again. I love the discordant piss stained pants, the bus that whisks commuters to their death, but then there's the beautiful silvery moon to think on too.

'the fork divorces the spoon' It must be because the dish ran away with the spoon, right?

Everything is turned on its head, and nothing is safe. You wonderful lunatic!