This week’s poems are by Gillian Fisher and A C Clements.
TUGGED BY BREEZES ACROSS THE BLUE
inch clouds, like pulled toy stuffing,
or filling for pincushions, where
needles rest, doing nothing
till clothes arrive in disrepair.
There’s not much left in the bag
today. Sometimes it’s everywhere,
and far from white. It tends to snag
on steeples, chimneys, pylons, too.
Breezes lose force. Dampened clouds sag,
burdened with rain, blocking the blue
out of our sight, until they spill
their soaking load on me, and you,
at urgent, yet capricious will.
World war was over,
The time has been set
The troops in their trenches out they crept
Looking forward to a hot cup of tea and a cigarette
The last shot has been fired
The war has been won.
A lot of soldiers died for our freedom
The freedom of speech and choice
If they were alive today, they would say choice
A choice to smoke to keep them calm
The anti-smoking brigade has won the day
No smoking in a public building they say
No smoking in cinemas and pubs
The freedom they fought for
They took that freedom away from us.
A C CLEMENTS