The Muir
As a child living on a farm during the war
had a pond on peatland, the pond’s water
was fenny and dark.
Slow swimming trout that tasted of mud
Swam, near the surface of the pond.
My friend and I built a boat with sails,
It sunk, I clung to the mast, Peter swam
didn’t make it, screamed before being
dragged under by something atrocious.
The adults came running, they didn’t find
Peter, the pond had endless silt, lukewarm
infinite, its foundation in the maelstrom
of conflicting horrors.
Categories:
fenny, angst, birth, deep,
Form: Sonnet
Little boy called Johnny....
(A poem for children)
There is a little naughty boy called Johnny
who comes from a hill called Fenny
He rides on a pony to the market place
and asks everyone for money
Chorus....
Oh little Johnny, don't ask anyone for penny
You looks like a bunny and you play like a tiny
You better work for your money and get rid of your funny
I love you for that sonny and now go to your mummy
Johnny has a little friend called Jenny
and she also come from a hill Fenny
Johnny loves Jenny and Jenny loves Johnny
and they always play in the sunny
Johnny mummy make pancakes with honey
and they eat their pancakes while watch cine on Sony
Chorus....
Oh little Johnny, don't ask anyone for penny
You looks like a bunny and you play like a tiny
You better work for your money and get rid of your funny
I love you for that sonny and now go to your mummy
Ravi Sathasivam / Sri Lanka
All rights are reserved @ 2016 Ravi Sathasivam
Categories:
fenny, children, boy,
Form: Light Verse
The Muir
There was a small lake near the farm I lived at for some
years in my childhood. The lake was on peat land, and
it water was fenny and dark. The lake also had slow
swimming trout, that tasted of mud when eaten and
where left to swim placidly around near the surface of
the lake tarn. My friend and I built a small boat with sail
we tried to cross the mere, but the boat sank. My friend,
Peter, who could swim tried to swim ashore, but didn´t
make it. I remember his scream as a thing dragged him
down and hoped he would stop. There was a silence, then,
I heard the voices of the adult coming to the rescue.
They never found Peter in a pond that had no bottom,
was lukewarm and boundless and had its foundation in
the maelstrom of conflicting horrors.
Categories:
fenny, absence, angst, best friend,
Form: Free verse
As the yellow sun slowly lowers over the fenny horizon
a barn owl slowly lowers its flight over the road towards
the gently undulating yellowing land on this still sunny day.
Categories:
fenny, nature,
Form: Free verse
Little boy called Johnny....
There is a little naughty boy called Johnny
who comes from a hill called Fenny
He rides on a pony to the market place
and asks everyone for money
Chorus....
Oh little Johnny, don't ask anyone for penny
You looks like a bunny and you play like a tiny
You better work for your money and get rid of your funny
I love you for that sonny and now go to your mummy
Johnny has a little friend called Jenny
and she also come from a hill Fenny
Johnny loves Jenny and Jenny loves Johnny
and they always play in the sunny
Johnny mummy make pancakes with honey
and they eat their pancakes while watch cine on Sony
Chorus....
Oh little Johnny, don't ask anyone for penny
You looks like a bunny and you play like a tiny
You better work for your money and get rid of your funny
I love you for that sonny and now go to your mummy
Ravi Sathasivam / Sri Lanka
Copyright @2006 Ravi Sathasivam
Categories:
fenny, children, work, love, money,
Form: Light Verse
Jonathan Moore had a cocktail queen
She lit up the skylight, move over Charlene!
Crack-jack milly-dilly four and a teen
Ain't come round here, she's in Johnny Moore's dream
Coastal giant wave-rider, top of the scene
Never quite made it up to see Magdalene
Jiffy-miff hacky-tack four and a teen
Thousand words a picture, on top o' James Dean
California jelly-bean, man overseas
Peasantry drinkin' up moonlight 'n' tea
Fenny-benny piggle-wiggle four and a teen
Coffee growers naggin' 'bout Jack and the Bean
Kissing tigers wanderin' through coal mine reeds
Took his twenty dollars, 'twas more than they'd seen
Cally-cat whistle-whine turn a new leaf
Never known a joker didn't have him a thief
Categories:
fenny, lost love, love, nostalgia,
Form: Lyric