Saturday, 4 July 2009

Open Poem

A couple of lines came to me just now, but I'm throwing them open to the rest of you to finish.

The curfewed cats along the groynes taste fishheads;
The tanned louts sit outside the pub each night.
A hard day's graft excuses slur of pissheads,
Who come to grief, regretting bloody fight.
Sailors [...]

Carry on, ye who dare!

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Edit. The accumulated effort below:

The curfewed cats along the groynes taste fishheads;
The tanned louts sit outside the pub each night.
A hard day's graft excuses slur of pissheads,
Who come to grief, regretting bloody fight.

Sailors sing to unknown siren bodies
Nobody’s seen a real one for a year
They go down on their red and hardened knees
But all God sends is pixelated rear.

Old women fillet anchovies, eyes closed,
Their fingers plunge, knife-tipped, while their incessant
Chatter vibrates the cool peace of the scullery:
Harsh glances cast at brash enquiring men.

Who brag their right to satisfy desire,
With coarse tongue, bulged eye and salt cracked lip.
Maids scuttle in shadows cast by open fire,
Scorched by sea dogs fresh from a lonesome ship.

10 comments:

Philippa Brodie said...

Sailors sing to unknown siren bodies
Nobody’s seen a real one for a year
They go down on their red and hardened knees
But all God sends is pixelated rear.

Abysmal Musings said...

Oh, I liked the "Old women" beginning... :-)

I'm struggling on 'pixelated rear' though... Been giving it some time for anyone else to have a shot at it, but I'd love to know the rationale behind it. My assumption is it's to do with tawdry porn, but please put me right if not.

atb Dx

Philippa Brodie said...

Oh you did? I didn't know if I should start the next one. You can write it if you like. :)

Aye tis so, I just imagined them entertaining themselves with very low definition youtube, or girls dancing on MTV, or whatever.

Abysmal Musings said...

Old women fillet anchovies, eyes closed,
Their fingers plunge, knife-tipped, while their incessant
Chatter vibrates the cool peace of the scullery:
Harsh glances cast at brash enquiring men.

[Who brag]

Abysmal Musings said...

Damn... should that be enquiring or inquiring?

Dictionary.... yawn.... :-)

Hannah said...

Who brag their right to satisfy desire,
With coarse tongue, bulged eye and salt cracked lip.
Young maids scuttle through shaddows cast by open fire,
Too aware the scorch from a sea dog fresh back from lonesome ship.


hmmm needs fiddling i think
Hann x

Hannah said...

OK try again,

Who brag their right to satisfy desire,
With coarse tongue, bulged eye and salt cracked lip.
Maids scuttle in shaddows cast by open fire,
Scorched by sea dogs fresh from a lonesome ship.

Abysmal Musings said...

I'm enjoying this - when's Odysseus turning up?

Hannah said...

are we to have some more verses or will we start another? :o)

Hann x

Abysmal Musings said...

Oh fuck, is it my turn?

Tomorrow. Tonight I'm not