Convict

The boy’s meagre earnings
fed himself, his mother, younger
brothers and sisters, all of
them thin, sickly, starving.

Seeing a shopkeeper busy
with customers he sneaked
out  a pound of suet, whisked
it home to mother,

The hue and cry came after him,
brought him before the judge
who sentenced him for this theft
“transport to Botany Bay”.

Shipped to distant Australia
in punishment, he left his family
without his earnings, only
deep shame for his crime.

Ch: “Singing too-ral-li-oo-ral-li-addity
         singing too-ral-li-oo-ra-li-ay.
         Singing too-ral-li-oo-ral-li-addity
         we’re bound for Botany Bay.”     *

*Chorus of an 1880’s London music hall
song still sung in Australia today.

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Convict

‘Uss ‘Uss

Big sister as a toddler
adored elderly Ephraim
stroked his grey fur gently
all the way down to the tip
of his sleek elegant tail.
He purred deeply as she
cooed to him ” ‘Uss !  ‘Uss !”
her first word learned
after “Mummy”, “Daddy”.

Little brother toddles
around the house, claps
his hands gasps rapturously
when he finds the black and
white cat curled up in sunshine
on the couch by the window.
He pats and strokes the
thick fur carefully as it
vibrates under deep
rolling purring. Little
brother has learnt “Mummy”
and “Daddy”, now he is
saying ” ‘Uss !  ‘Uss !”

 

‘Uss ‘Uss

Saturday Afternoon

Saturday afternoon
two little girls in the sun
draw on the concrete
with large sticks of chalk
pattern pebbles on the
driveway’s soil strip
rush around on scooter
and little pink tricycle.

The black and white cat
and the tabby hunter
sit on the back steps
bask in mellow rays.
Gentle breezes ripple
their plush shiny fur.

Their eyes sometimes follow
the children’s activity
sometimes close in
happy restfulness as
they sit like small sphinxes
happy in this homeliness.

 

Saturday Afternoon

A Nice Little Dog

In their compact newly built
home well suited to retirement
after their large family home
the quiet little elderly couple
slowed down, enjoying their
pleasant small garden cared
for by a fortnightly gardener.

With their house too quiet
after the passing of their
venerable dog family and
friends made inquiries.
A little Yorkshire terrier
would suit them now.

Outgoing outspoken Sally the
terrier told people at her gate
to move on, keep away.
Attaching herself to the quiet
little wife she towed her
briskly on daily walks.

Keen to explore far horizons
she rattled the gate till she
squeezed around it, running
along till a passerby blocked
her way. Indignantly she
complained but finally went
home with her elderly lady.

Will this little dog calm
down in old age ?

A Nice Little Dog

Guest Artist, Glenys Doull of New Zealand

I very much appreciate Richard’s featuring my work as a guest artist on his website. I hope this interests those who follow my blog.

Richard Rensberry, Author at QuickTurtle Books

It is my privilege to introduce Glenys as part of our Guest Artist Series.  I believe she is an important poet of our times and for the people.  Unencumbered by the literary judgements of intellectuals, she is part of the movement to return poetry to the people–where it rightfully belongs.  I hope you take the time to enjoy her wonderful skill of imagery and verse.

These poems are used by permission and copyrighted by Glenys Doull.

Sweet Peas

Heavily scented warm
summer air draws in
buzzing bees eagerly
seeking precious nectar.

Sweet peas swarm up
netting on the old shed wall
a perfumed rainbow
tapestry of many hues.

Pale pastels to bright
reds, purples, pinks,
blues and lilacs paint a
masterpiece on old timbers.

Rich pickings for the
school children’s flower show.

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Guest Artist, Glenys Doull of New Zealand

Back Path

Past our flats’ back doors
runs a narrow path down
to carports at the back.

Unnoticed by other tenants
emerald green slime crept
glowed over that path
overhung by clothes lines
and back porch eaves.
Until Susie in flat three
slipped, nearly fell,
until I fell down flat.

” _______ !” those flourishing
streaks of emerald slime
covering the path so
sheltered from the sun !
But no one owned that
path or cleaned it.

We attached her partner’s
family’s bottle of slime
killer to my old garden hose.
She walked up the path
spraying slime killer as I
rolled out the hose behind her.

We killed the slime !

Several years later
it is back again.

Back Path