This week’s poems are from G Orford and Gillian Fisher
Mirror you are no friend of mine In you I see the passing of time The face that now looks back at me Was once a young girl full of vigour and glee? For every year that slips away A part of me would start to fray Laughter was plentiful, tears were many Heartaches were few and should not have been any. The laughter I shared when my children were small The tears that I shed when they went to school, The heartache I felt when they grew up too fast But all these emotions quickly passed. Mirror I’m not angry with you It’s just a phase we all go through. Letting my feelings gently smoulder Coming to terms with growing older.
THE REBORN PARKIE
This one’s not an old grump, he won’t shoo us off the grass. Parks have suffered a slump – he’ s no time for the farce of sadly-taken pleasure, due to mean old rules. ‘A merry thing is leisure – time that’s beyond schools’ or work-places’ grasp.’ He muses, yet he won’t put up with yobs who clasp playground gear to themselves, and don’t let younger tots on. While they’re unkindly riding, he’s briskly deciding which amenities those louts can go on.