How far from heaven
this cold moon
on an October day.
At 9 o'clock the artist swaggered
Full of her genius/
In the market the careless florist sells gypsum
and faded roses.
One woman's bitter complaint
buys a chrysanthemum for an unknown tomb.
then a sharp reproach in the cold church
And Mary's Statue stands in sharp relief
White marble, a single crimson rose
the single candle is the early prayer
for Heaven's help.
THE LAZY SNAIL.
Here follows a series of poems about the Lazy Snail, a depressed mollusc who seeks reassurance in his
home, his shell, from his friends the Ladybirth, the Beetle, The Cabbage White Butterfly, The Common
Blue Butterfly.
Each commiserates with his depression - he feels unloved and ugly. Until one day a Big Black Crow
tells him about a Castle beyond which lies a Prince and a beautiful garden where he will find happiness.
Foutoux is the author of 'The Prince and the Kuppies' published on Amazon.
First posts from 22 May 2024
THE LAZY SNAIL
Sidney was a lazy snail
And feigned to make a decent trail;
He got lost, as one might guess,
As night felt, he felt the stress.
So he withdrew into his shell,
No housework done, there was a smell
Of washing up from last week
And smelly socks which, frankly, reeked.
A bed unmade made Sidney sigh.
From up above a branch so high
Sam Squirrel let an acorn drop.
Inside his shell our Sidney heard
An echo like a nightly bird.
He poked his head outside his shell,
He wasn’t feeling very well - Noise had always bothered him,
The acorns dropping made a din
Sam Squirrel felt amused by this, stunned snails were few and far between
And in this wood so rarely seen.
Copyright L. Ivison 2024
