Poetry selection

Lost and found - with apologies to the

 Scarlet Pimpernel by Trish Ward

  I seek them here, I seek them there,

   Presents, I seek them everywhere.

  It’s the worst I’ve come upon

  Are they lost or still at Amazon?

  That fine gift I bought last week

  In all good faith I spent my cash,

  They really do have such a cheek

  To try and keep me from my stash.

 

  I seek them here, I seek them there

  Presents, I seek them everywhere

  Who has got them? What a carry on!

  Are they lost or still at Amazon?

  My children will be most upset

  They will think I have forgotten

  My son longed for a headset

  Not to have it is quite rotten.

 

  I seek them here I seek them there

  Presents, I seek them everywhere

‘  The Richest Man in Babylon’

  Is he still stuck in Amazon?

  Any hope of getting my gifts

  In time for Christmas or at all?

  As the parcels go out in shifts

  I feel it may be rather small.

 

  I seek them here I seek them there

  Presents, I seek them everywhere.

  Such trauma I have undergone

  I won’t shop again in Amazon

  But what is that I hear close by?

  The sound of my answered plea?

  Could it be Santa in the sky

  Bringing my presents home to me?


New Forest Awakening - by Tina Shaw

A frosty morning with sun cresting the horizon,

Vapour rises soft white

Air clean and crisp.

A prism of light filters through shrouds of mist
And a sudden blaze of light
spotlights an Autumnal stage.


A robin sings shattering the calm,
whilst leaves drift down
spiralling on wings of the air.

firs' naked limbs stretch skywards,
their tops bushy with needles
stretching endlessly towards sunlight.

And slash red holly berries herald
a cold winter
in the bright eye squinting sunshine.

Published in the Bucks Mills Poetry  Magazine   Autumn 2018