Eye to Eye with a Right Hon Toad

This latest stanza was written after news came though yesterday evening that Damian Green MP had spoken with Mr Toad MP, Prime Minister, “eye to eye” and been reassured by the Toad’s word on it. But Mr Toad does not have a word. Does

An Exhibition of Bilingual Poems

I’m uploading here a set of photographs of an exhibition I organised a few months ago, in Clifton Cathedral, Bristol. The picture above is just one example. Several pictures show, as this does, how the exhibition looked in its setting. Several more show single poems close up, the words… Continue reading An Exhibition of Bilingual Poems

The Comfort of the Cage

This was written on a day (Tuesday October 8th) when the UK news gave cause for yet further despond, alarm and shame, but as Dr Doombeetle says, it will all be someone else’s fault, as always.

And Jez ? Those female MP’s facing de-selection ? Good one Jon. Good one Jez… Continue reading The Comfort of the Cage

The Parrot Mourns, the Bell Tolling

It’s become a truism that, following the 2016 EU referendum, the UK has been split essentially in half. The “Leave” half – if half is what it is – is “led” now by an Etonian felon. It seems very possible, even likely, that – post-Brexit – the country will fragment… Continue reading The Parrot Mourns, the Bell Tolling

Parrot Returns to Number 10

The Parrot has dropped by at Number 10 once before, and quite recently. But this stanza probably belongs more with the previous stanza below this one, than with his first visit.

It’s a matter of perching carefully on a window still, out of sight. The parrot does not request entry at… Continue reading Parrot Returns to Number 10

The Parrot Cries Out

The Tories were holding their annual conference. The “Get  Brexit Done” slogan was everywhere and government sponsored adverts supporting Brexit were apparently going up in primary schools. The toad was leaping about to toadie applause, the beetle was sidling about to toadie terror. The rain was lashing down. The climate… Continue reading The Parrot Cries Out

The Parrot on My Shoulder

Things were happening very fast when this was written, many of them carrying a sense of threat and chaos and ill-intent on the part of the perpetrators. It was hard work just to absorb what was going on, harder still to think creatively, or reflectively.

This stanza is partly concerned… Continue reading The Parrot on My Shoulder

The Parrot Meets Doombeetle Down a Drain

These two stanzas were suggested in the first place by an actual incident. Mr Johnson’s main advisor Dominic Cummings was making himself surprisingly available for stray encounters around Westminster. See here, for instance : https://www.facebook.com/watch/?v=752395791889320

The reference to Cox in the second stanza is… Continue reading The Parrot Meets Doombeetle Down a Drain

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