poetry pRO
Romania’s Moment
2017 delegation poets anthology
ppf SHOP ONLINE
MEMBERS’ COMPS & CALLS 31st Aug, Enfield Poets
MEMBERS’ EVENTS/VENUES Sep: Shortlands Poetry Circle 8th & 22nd (live) and 14th (online);
North West Kent Stanza 16th
see/hear: Listen to Gill Horitz reading her poem Birdsong
If I could pout my petals, spike my leaves,
I’d be a Christmas Cactus in a pot.
One of those nice to look at don’t touch Eves
whose heart is stitched into, not tacked up, sleeves,
blooming and blazing until overshot.
Then turns its back, becomes a ‘touch me not.’
But no. I’m more the Hollyhock: naïaut;ve,
back garden type. The faithful bloom-again,
a Summer dress, colourful but plain;
packed away to bring out every year.
The high necked sort that don’t drive men insane,
with ample bosom-room to house kind hearts.
The ones that send men pubbing for a beer
a pint or two and several games of darts –
a homely frock for birds of little
brain.