Best Wellingtons Poems

I languish in a summer’s breeze
As I tumble backwards
To childhood
I hear the sound of the train 
Rumbling down the tracks
I have no idea why this brings me such joy
Other than a penny will be squished in my honor
The train sounds its warning at the crossing
It...

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After two Pints of Guinness an old uncle of mine in the West of Ireland would 
become very cantankerous. When he went into a bar he would smile falsely to 
pretend he was not cantankerous - after the second pint it crept back in.

His name...

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My favourite food for New Year

Chicken Wellingtons
Moist succulent chicken topped with pate and wrapped in a pastry crust …
It's never tough as old boots!

Contest: Food  2 Holiday Connection 
Sponsor: Andrea Dietrich



11~16~15...

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He woke down the slope, by the hay
With him a thousand shrill cries
That stilled to him, yawning.
He moved with strands of hay, trailing
On his rags.
Sauntering, he is a flaneur...
The road lamps gave him away.

He moved and with him, his bed
And time moved.

Half-way on a bridge...

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A back flipping coconut is very very amusing at a ball but ball pits are moving around so one must surely wear wellingtons or a pair of anglers' waders when jumping across such multicoloured curves. Harp no more sang to a lute at a castle....

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 ~The Hot Spell Is Over~
Watching the clouds gather
There is thunder in the air
After a beautiful week 
It really doesn’t seem fair
We finally cast off winter woollies
Then sat with hankies on our heads
Tomorrow I suppose the Wellingtons are out
And we put back on our winter...

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Dark black thunderclouds are covering up the azure sky
I know rain is just God’s tear drops falling from up high

I hear the pitter patter of rain as it falls on my spotty brolly
But I don’t mind the raindrops; I will stay happy and jolly

I can...

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Lying on a  beach in Sydney,
scorched and sore in the dry heat,
the sand burns my toes.

I wander back to drizzly days in Leitrim,
when I paddled in my wellingtons
in puddles on the farm where I grew up.

Here rain seldom falls,
and only in quick downpours,
I long...

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Barefoot, blistered and bleeding
She wanders in from the street
People stare, flabbergasted
Very odd, unheard of in fact

She doesn’t know her size
So like Cinderella, she tries them on
Randomly selecting pretty colours

Silvery, glittery heels
She twirls for the mirror
Sales assistant sighs
Wellingtons for the garden
If she had one!

Satin ice skates
She...

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Lying on a  beach in Sydney,
scorched and sore in the dry heat,
the sand burns my toes.

I wander back to drizzly days in Leitrim,
when I paddled in my wellingtons
in puddles on the farm where I grew up.

Here rain seldom falls,
and only in quick downpours,
I long...

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The seventh pole in a cloud is swaying with the weights in a sky gymnasium. Gymnastics of giant clusters and catacombs catalogued by awesome aerodynamics of the asteroids whose charm outsways the globule passing in a prism. Misbehaving mingling merry men make mangy money mince....

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a title is not a teat nor a terrapin tank
The seventh pole in a cloud is swaying with the weights in a sky gymnasium. Gymnastics of giant clusters and catacombs catalogued by awesome aerodynamics of the asteroids whose charm outsways the globule passing in a...

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...a special childhood memory

It was raining. The sky was mottled, 
like a charcoal sketch too often handled.
My friend told me he had seen her,
parked away from all the others, 
likely left there for the night.
My mother couldn't comprehend
the pounding in my chest,
a giddy feeling overwelming...

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a tempest gathers on my horizon
with limited purview and cloudy vision
encroaches quickly on my unsettled mind
my true soul and nature is threatened
by downpour rapids and torrential rain

blighted foreboding develops as 
the parsimonious option
a rainbow in doubtful reflection
so wished for is  yet so far away
half-conscious...

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In sunny days of joy we climbed aboard, 
Wide eyed, Wellingtons and Duffels.
Sat on salty varnished benches,
handed weighted feathers and orange string.

Kraken was the one to know,
Six fish on a line would show you so.
We honed our skills in Girl Pats arms,
Whilst humble feasts defined...

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