Wednesday, 24 January 2018

Poetry Thursday 294 - Beneath the surface

It's funny how the brain works, or at least how mine operates. One may ask how can politics and soup provide inspiration? Well I am not sure but here it is.



Pea and Asparagus Soup

It was thick,
it was green,
it had lumps,
it looked mean,
ingesting the croutons in the bowl.
The disappointment an ingredient omitted,
asparagus on the label but in the tin deleted.
©David L Atkinson January 2018


Game Soup

It was dark,
it was brown,
it was rich,
it went down,
but of flavour I could detect nought,
I expected more from the meal what I‘d bought.
The substance was adorned with a tempting name,
for the soup what I purchased was Game.
©David L Atkinson January 2018



Image result for aga oven


None as deaf as those who don’t want to hear

How can the head of the snake not see,
the trouble being caused for you and me,
by the actions taken within her coven,
stuffing our lives in their Aga oven?

The poor, elderly, lonely and young,
are fair game for the glib, sophisticated tongue,
being described as wastrels and bone idle,
then stripped of their last pennies in their idyll.

Reported by media the scale of the ills,
Government claims there are enough pills.
And yet the queues grow longer with every lie,
And ordinary people continue to die.
©David L Atkinson January 2018



God Bless