Three thousand Sunday roasts

Three thousand Sunday Roasts A new metal textureOffensive toAugustus Rodin’s eyesForced him toPrematurely ageBalzac – the sculptureIn a urine treatmentHis assistants gave.Not all metalIs so willfully altered.Greyfriars BobbyHas stood in Edinburgh since 1873The pride of dog lovers.Aged in placeTourists rubbed his bronze nose raw.As a sign of our times a surgical maskPreserves his nostrilsIntentionally.No suchContinue reading “Three thousand Sunday roasts”

Barracouta is a fishy narrative

I was born in a coastal city yet fish was not a big part of our diet. The number of times we children ate fish was limited. The fish we ate at home was fillets of smoked cod. When mum prepared it she cooked it in a white sauce with some onion. Another common nameContinue reading “Barracouta is a fishy narrative”

Who are your heroes

Who are your heroes? Do Jason and his argonauts fill the bill? Is it the man, or was it the woman who swam, or kicked a ball across the channel? The President presumes it is him. How could we forget so notable a personage? Rosalind (DNA) Franklin or Einstein E=MC2 either responsible person tallies –Continue reading “Who are your heroes”

Rain carries promise

Obediently We stay indoors Outside rain polishes McAdam – black marbleA virus Keeps us apart Yet these eternal days Will passThe night Struggles off in grey slothfulness Mourning our horror Of living in lockdownToo lazy to rise The wind slumbers on Meanwhile upstairs Rainfall drums upon the ceilingThe cow turns her back To this weatherContinue reading “Rain carries promise”

It is a lottery

I have left to chance today’s writing. From a pack of playing cards my plan is to write a paragraph on this theme until and do so until I choose an Ace, at which time I will stop. So you can follow I will give each paragraph the name of the chosen card. Here goes.Continue reading “It is a lottery”

Billy Bunter

Billy Bunter was the child subject of a comic character of my childhood. Billy wore glasses. He was overweight. His character did not represent more than one child in our very large instructional class. Even if there was one child in our class which was overweight the child wearing glasses was in a different yearContinue reading “Billy Bunter”

My Box Brownie could do that.

Talk of Artificial Intelligence Prompted me to read The programmer Obviously pressed a button That spat out art The work emerged By … mathematical formula Was named Le Comte de Belamy Auctioneer Criristies Listed it among the works of fifty famous artists Proclaiming the work as new Based as it was On 1,500 scanned portraitsContinue reading “My Box Brownie could do that.”

Sonnet To Spring Creek

Like a silken white sheet on a king sized bed The swell at three metres broke and those up to stuff Rode boards sixty metres in the roaring surf Just over the sand dune all lay still – instead A father assessed if his rod carrying children Were to eat fish he had better headContinue reading “Sonnet To Spring Creek”

A Birthday Wish

Dear grandchild, Twenty percent of the century you were born into has gone. In that time the little child has learned so much. Tell me, what have you learned that makes you now an adult? Is it the sense of fairness you picked up playing sport? Was it the value you gave to your teamContinue reading “A Birthday Wish”

120 Hours At The Wheel

Driving For Beginners 120 Hours at the wheel “Drive my car”. When the Beatles sang this song I had been driving for years despite the fact that like most families at the time we didn’t own a car. Driving was something I learned to do without any formal training. My test was to drive upContinue reading “120 Hours At The Wheel”