The child looked up through candlelight.
“Mah, is there meat tonight?”
From Mama, no word was said;
Hiding a tear, she turned her head.
She melted fat in boiling grain.
“Mah, will Dah be paid again?”
She ladled out his bowl of gruel,
And thought how poverty could be so cruel.
Papa that night would not come home.
He tramped the roads for work, to roam
From farm to farm, from town to town,
But honest work could not be found.
And so the two sat down to eat,
Said grace and prayed for, one night, meat.
Also, remembered (and corrected by a friend, Jim…
“It’s the rich wot gets the pleasure;
It’s the poor wot gets the blame.
It’s the same the whole world over –
Ain’t it all a ruddy shame!”
Writer and original title unknown
I thought I’d float within my dreams,
Lying languidly in a boat,
Drifting with the flow of lazy streams
Amid lilac-tinted water lilies,
Like the lady of the lyrical poem…
Drift, float… float without a helm
To end where the stream of life ends.
But, no, I didn’t float. I flew
Through my dreams, through a dark azure sky
Over navy seas bespeckled by reflections
Of moon and stars on wave tops;
Over cream-rimmed dark islands,
Twinkling with open fires far below.
I didn’t float, I flew; not gently,
But furiously fast, fantastically far.
High above the world I know,
Then over new worlds, flying low
To see the strange, the new
Places and people, none I knew.
I felt disquiet, sought familiar places,
But none were here, and with a bitter thrill
I swooped to return to known faces,
Known arguments, old disputes
Fast friends and firm promises…
I flew back, to reassurance.
I’ve not written any poems for some while now.
The Daily Prompt theme “Float” brought me to compose this… Be kind.
I wish I could have peeped into your mind as you read just the title – I bet the image (for some) was a tad salacious.
Sorry, it’s rather less exciting… “Poetry & Tarts” refers to an event for New Zealand’s 2016 National Poetry Day, for which the Rotorua Mad Poets Society planned a month of poetry related activities for the community.
The event offered poetry readings by Mad Poets or the public – their own or other poets’ published works; and the only “tarts” available
were not among those participating,
but sitting on plates for the refreshment break.
I’m hoping Poetry & Tarts will be included in 2017’s poetry celebration!
Maybe they’ll allow costumes to be worn!
Are there poems on the Tart theme? One jingle comes to mind:
“An empty gut, an aching heart –
Both fulfilled by a lovely tart.
If you know of others, feel free to either add them to the comments (accessible once you have clicked on the title of this post), or if a longer piece, post it at your blog then please pop back and leave a link to it in the Comments.
I Really hope to see more Tart poems (of either connotation)
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