Intercessions

John Williams submits a sonnet this month, one of the poems shared at The Stoke Stanza at The Leopard pub, Burslem on 7th February.

If you missed that, you may like to get along to The Lodge pub, Crewe Road, Alsager on Thursday 23rd February where Staffordshire Poet Laureate, Bert Flitcroft and Philip Burton from Bacup are guest poets. It all kicks-off at 8pm and we’re expecting local dog-rescue hero Bryn Mitchell with his ukelele and perhaps some other musicians and singers. There’ll also be an open-mic. All welcome. Admission free. Voluntary charitable collection.

We’ll be back at The Leopard in Burslem on Tuesday 14th March when Jane Harland from Congleton will read from her collection Mapping the Perimeter. We’ll also share and discuss one another’s work. Please bring 15 copies to distribute and discuss, or feel free to come and listen.

Meanwhile, enjoy John’s sonnet …

INTERCESSIONS

Waiting for heaven’s hotline to begin
I struggle to my feet and say the Creed.
A buzz on Shirley’s microphone kicks in.
She’s ready with the prayers to intercede.
The grief this week comes for the USA,
the recent dead and refugee advice.
The finest music and the world astray,
words outcast Adam gave to Paradise.

Say your life breaks down, and the last good kiss
you had was years ago, unending blues,
prayers are where we heal, the bullets miss,
we’re freed from sin by syllables, and choose
the metaphors to live by: life’s a voyage,
vows and vowels, and turning your next page.

As St Valentine’s Day falls in February, Phil Williams (no relation) penned the following for his wife. As Phil’s countryman Rob Brydon would say, ‘It’s a bit of fun …’

It’s also very true …

THE CAR PARK

I can find the car park,
You can find the car.
You can find the tea-room,
I can find the bar.
When we can’t adjust or change things,
Let’s accept them as they are,
When I can find the car park
And you can find the car.

I can find the car park,
You can find the car,
Find the floor we left it on
Or backed it onto tar.
No one directs the west wind
Or steers a falling star,
But I can find the car park,
You can find the car.

I can find the car park,
You can find the car,
When in new towns or heading down
For shops or meal or jar.
I’ll locate cathedrals,
pub or cinema –
Although I’ll find the car park,
It’s you who finds the car.

I can find the car park,
You’ll always find the car,
Make a mental note of numbers,
Now that’s spectacular —
We are often very different
and quite dissimilar,
But I can find the car park
And you can find the car.

I can find the car park,
You can find the car,
On grass or sand or gravel
With intuititive radar.
We are like whales or submarines
With echoes and sonar,
When I can find the car park
And you can find the car.

I can find the car park,
You can find the car.
Now that’s a neat achievement
Not in my repertoire,
But by holding things together,
We’ve both come very far,
Because I can find the car park
And you can find the car.

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About theleopard66

I am a member of the Stoke Stanza of The Poetry Society and run a bi-monthly Poems & Pints event in Alsager.
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