Tag Archives: #Fly

Kelyonen (Fly)

I don’t know why

fly, in Cornish,

became something bigger;

things like this

are hard to figure,

even though ‘kelyonen’

is a great name,

it seems too grand

for a tiny little one,

it’s like calling an ant

a ‘jeberenteringtun’

(which it isn’t – it’s ‘moryonen’)

‘tykki Duw’ on the other hand,

is Cornish for butterfly,

and that makes me happy.

“Have Cape – Will Fly!”

“Have Cape: Will Fly!”

“Have cake – staying firmly on the ground.”

That’s a thing, you see.

I changed one letter of a word

and a strange thing occurred.

“Cape – not Cake!”

or, more likely,

“Cake – not Cape!”

will be the brash slogan/s

of the future,

there for all to see,

whether hero or zero …

‘Hero – not Zero!”

or, more likely …

“Zero – not Hero!”

will also be up there

on the billboards

in letters twenty feet high!

Now wouldn’t that be a thing?

The Crowfly

The Crowfly

I was attacked by a crowfly yesterday;

it came straight at me,

in that way that crowflies do.

I am the ghost in the machine

I am the ghost in the machine

I am the ghost in the machine,

the elephant in the room,

the fly in the ointment,

the wolf in sheep’s clothing;

and I have a loathing

for what I am.

I am the ghost in the room,

the elephant in the machine,

the wolf in the ointment,

and the fly in sheep’s clothing;

and I have a loathing

of what I have become.

I am the wolf in the room,

the fly in the machine,

the elephant in the ointment,

the ghost in sheep’s clothing;

and I have a loathing for this type of poem,

where the combinations grow

with every word

ever more and more absurd –

I am the septic in the poem,

or should that be sceptic?

Anyway, as I was saying,

I am the poet

in the septic,

tank.

No, that’s not right…

I am the poet in the room,

sheepishly wearing wolf’s clothing,

flying in the ghost machine,

whilst coated in ointment…

allegedly.