It has been exceedingly windy in my neck of the woods the last few days. Cold, icy blasts of wind have blown across the bay and bullied those of us dwelling on the shore. The leaves of autumn have been dancing in my garden.The trees bend and cower.
So, batten down the hatches and hang onto your hat, because all this windy weather prompts me to share a couple of wind driven poems.
It also provides an opportunity to reintroduce a couple of poets, previously celebrated here- the wonderful of Spike Milligan and the equally amazing Max Fatchen return to blow you away with their words.
WINDS LIGHT TO DISASTROUS
As I sipped morning tea
A gale (force three)
Blew away a slice of toast
Then a gale (force four)
Blew my wife out the door
I wonder which I'll miss the most
She was still alive
When a gale (force five)
Blew her screaming o'er Golders Green
When a gale six blew
And it took her to
A mosque in the Medanine
Now I pray to heaven
That a gale (force seven)
Will whisk her farther still,*
Let a gale (force eight)
Land her on the plate
Of a cannibal in Brazil
As I sit to dine
A gale (force nine)
Blew away my chips and Spam
But! a gale (force ten)
Blew them back again,
What a lucky man I am!
Spike Milligan
*Father Still, a stationery priest.
WINDY
The gale upon our holidays
Was not your passing breeze.
It gave our tents a fearful wrench
And bent the frantic trees.
So, if you've seen a flying tent,
And then observe another,
Please call us at your earliest,
We're also missing mother.
Max Fatchen
Since we had, last month, what was termed the 'bomb-cyclone' blizzard, your poems make me wonder why I didn't write about it. I did post pictures, but went from window to window, quite fascinated. It did not damage anything of mine, but blew trees over elsewhere, plus a few roofs, what you might expect. "We're also missing mother" is a laugh considering her day is Sunday. Hope she's found! Thanks, Alan!
ReplyDeleteWe always find ourselves prioritizing Linda. You still have those pictures to stimulate your thoughts moving forward. Hopefully they find mother in time for her special day. Happy Mother's Day!
DeleteLove the humorous poems you've shared, Alan. It seems we shared inspiration this week. For Michelle's Ditty Challenge, I shared a poem giving Instructions To Wind.
ReplyDeleteGlad you enjoyed my shared poems. That old blowhard, wind is a universal feature and we are grateful for the writing inspiration it delivers. Thanks Kimberly.
DeleteI enjoyed the poems you shared here today.
ReplyDeleteIt was windy earlier this morning until I hung a load of clothes on the line. Where did that breeze go?
You have poetic inspiration in your closing words Cheriee. Glad you liked my choices.
DeleteThese are great. I think Spike Mulligan wrote one of my favorite children's poems. I'll have to go check. And I enjoyed the surprise ending of the second one.
ReplyDeleteThanks Liz. Spike Milligan had a unique take on life. Hope you find that poem. Poet as investigator...I like that.
DeleteThese are such fun poems. Thanks for sharing them. I'll keep them in mind -- and hang onto my hat -- the next windy day we have.
ReplyDeleteThey are very much poems abounding in fun Kay. -And continue to hang onto your hat on those days of windy weather.
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