Let the right one in

When he knocked on the door I opened it without hesitation.

Why should I hesitate? He was polite, well spoken, well dressed.

English.

‘I wonder if I could come in for a chat?’ he said.

I opened it wider.

“Come in” I said.

In he came.

 

We sat, tea awkwardly perched, and he spoke to me.

I listened.

He listened to me.

He was very sympathetic; understood all about my daughter not being able to buy a house;

the trouble my grandson had because of all the children in his school not being able to speak English;

the problem of not being able to buy biscuits on a pension.

How nice my Polish neighbours were although they had an odd taste in food.

And wallpaper.

Not like the others.

The loneliness of being old.

 

It was only when he stood up to help me with the tray that I caught a glimpse of the mirror.

And saw that he had no reflection.

But it was too late then.

He was in.

 

 

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Fascists

On the March.

 

Boots shine

Legs lift

Hair fair

Shirt black

Arm high

Blue eye

 

We  know

who you are.

 

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Poles and Greeks and Englishmen

Dutch and French and Danes

Went to war together

Got rid of you for ever..

We all knew who you were.

 

Tramp tramp tramp tramp

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On the brink of Brexit

We close our eyes and ears

Hum our little slogans

And burnish all our fears

 

Say bye bye to Europe

And vow to take control

Vow to take our country back

In one big Poll.

 

 

Marching from the faceless

-None of us know who –

The unelected foreigners

Who tell us what to do

As they fight to keep democracy

and decency alive

On an overheating planet

Where thugs and tyrants thrive.

 

 

Put our trust in nice blokes

Who like a glass of beer,

Who’ll help the poor by making more

Let’s give them all a cheer!

 

Sitting in their armchairs

They wriggle happily

Totting up the millions

They’ll rake from you and me.

 

Purring furry business men

twang their scarlet braces

and open the champagne

Waiting for the freedom

of business unrestrained

by law or curb or workers’ rights

upheld by bloody bureaucrats

In interfering Europe

who kept them all in chains ..

 

 

Hooray! We’ll get our country back!

Huzza! Huzza! Huzza!

 

 

Let’s pull up the drawbridge

And raise our flag in pride

The best of luck with that, mate –

The enemy’s inside.

 

Tramp tramp tramp tramp

Trump trump trump trump

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We’ll never fall for fascists;

we all know who they are!

 

Help?

Hi folks,

If any of you have a moment, could you help me out?

I want to submit three poems for the national Poetry Competition, which is ridiculous really because there are hundreds of thousands of entries, but well- thought I might try. I need to choose three poems, I think  – and I know which three I might choose, but it would be really interesting to see which 3 those cherished little band of readers of mine like best. Do you think you could let me know on a comment on this blog?

Thank you!

love,

Sue

 

Lost in the Wood.

 

Once upon a time

There was a crinkly little bulldog pup

Lost in a wood.

 

The wood was deep, dark and scary.

 

The pup was tired, hungry, pawsore.

 

And lost.

 

It got darker and darker.

 

The Ravens flapping in the trees

screeched louder and louder and louder

until he could not bear to hear them.

 

But he had to go on.

 

He came to a fork in the way.

 

Both paths were dark and scary.

 

There was a great tree in the centre of the fork.

 

Leaning against it were two animals.

 

Both wore masks with kind, wise bulldog faces on them.

But under the mask was hair,

sleek and black,

or bushy and yellow …

And there was a glint of teeth when they spoke

And a flash of eye

And a red, dribbling mouth

he didn’t much like.

 

Take this path – you know it is the right thing to do –

Said the first.

It will lead you safely home.

If you go down the other path, you will fall into a deep spiked pit

And die horribly.

 

No, no ,no

Said the second.

Take this path, or you will be left behind.

If you go down the other path, you will fall into a deep spiked pit

And die horribly.

 

The puppy sat down on his wrinkled little bottom and began to cry.

 

I don’t know what to do!

He said.

 

Suddenly there was a humming in his ear.

A robin landed on his shoulder.

 

What’s wrong? She said.

 

I don’t know which one to trust!

Which path should I choose?

Who is the true friend?

 

True friend?

What do you think this is, a fairy tale?

They are both liars. One doesn’t care. He just wants to climb the tree.

Neither of them knows what’s round the bend.

 

So it doesn’t matter which way I go?

 

On no – it matters. A lot. There could be some very nasty spikes round one corner..

 

Which one?

 

I’m a bird. All I do is twitter. What do I know?

 

A large tear rolled down the pup’s cheek.

So what should I do?

 

Well. You’ve got a nose. Use it.

Take a very careful sniff down both paths.

And then choose one and go for it.

 

And I’ll live happily ever after? 

 

But the bird had flown.