I love love poetry.
& I love love Thursdays.
So I introduce to you, fair readers, Poetry Thursday. To try & force myself to look out for/ research/ find new poets & poetry I will try & post a poem every Thursday, from now until I get bored of this.
The first poet is one of my all time favorites:
Roger McGough
I have posted one of his poems before. But this one is a new personal favorite from a volume I saw at work & bought, but didn't read until Mr Jay picked it out on my floor a few weeks ago.
The Act of Love
The act of love lies somewhere
Between the belly and the mind
I lost the love sometime ago
Now I've only the act to grind.
Brought her home from a party
Don't bother swapping names
Identities not needed
When your only playing games
High on bedroom darkness
As we endure the pantomime
Ships that go bang in the night
Run aground on the sands of time
Saved in the nick of dawn
It's cornflakes and then goodbyes
Another notch on the headboard
Another day wondering why
The act of love lies somewhere
Between the belly and the mind
I lost the love sometime ago
Now I've only the act to grind.
Photos: Lauryn Holmquist
Do you likey?
& I love love Thursdays.
So I introduce to you, fair readers, Poetry Thursday. To try & force myself to look out for/ research/ find new poets & poetry I will try & post a poem every Thursday, from now until I get bored of this.
The first poet is one of my all time favorites:
Roger McGough
I have posted one of his poems before. But this one is a new personal favorite from a volume I saw at work & bought, but didn't read until Mr Jay picked it out on my floor a few weeks ago.
The Act of Love
The act of love lies somewhere
Between the belly and the mind
I lost the love sometime ago
Now I've only the act to grind.
Brought her home from a party
Don't bother swapping names
Identities not needed
When your only playing games
High on bedroom darkness
As we endure the pantomime
Ships that go bang in the night
Run aground on the sands of time
Saved in the nick of dawn
It's cornflakes and then goodbyes
Another notch on the headboard
Another day wondering why
The act of love lies somewhere
Between the belly and the mind
I lost the love sometime ago
Now I've only the act to grind.
Photos: Lauryn Holmquist
Do you likey?
Woh. The act of love seems like an extreme experience.
ReplyDeleteI really really like this. The flow is perfect. And I got the latest issue in the mail:)
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I like! Quite modern I guess! And lovely photo too!
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Beautiful, thanks so much for sharing! I love poetry as well, definitely following ;D
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love the idea of poetry every thursday :) really liked this...the rhythm is perfect & imitates that of the act of love the poem describes?? i might be wrong, so many years since my a-level lit days haha :)
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