I know you’re in there Reverend Jenks I saw you go inside. I’ve just a few questions to ask of you What have you got to hide? You owe it to your parishioners To tell me what you know About the things it’s said you did All those years ago
Surely as a man of God You know it would be best To come outside and talk to me And get it off your chest You have to come out sometime What are you waiting for? Come on man, I’m imploring you Please open the door
we kept lockets of our hair in Davy Jones locker. our nights were always wet. salt was our tongue, and vinegar kisses.
on cobbled lanes
we walked home slow, woozy, slowly, now, boozily. sang full fathomed. misquoted Dylan, Ariel, The Mousehole Cat.
those were the pearl nights. your eyes stargazy.
Ivor Daniel
Milky Wood
Woody was a milkman Down our way Come rain or shine Delivered every day Cheery whistle Bottles clink Sometimes a nod And sometimes a wink
How are you doing Milky Wood?
I’m not too bad And not too good I’m feeling my age A bit of of back pain But other than that I can’t complain.
Mike O’Brien
Bios and Links
Ivor Daniel
lives in Gloucestershire, UK. His poems have appeared in @litscihub, Steel Jackdaw, iamb, Fevers of the Mind, Roi Fainéant, Ice Floe Press, The Dawntreader, After…, Alien Buddha, @TopTweetTuesday, Wombwell Rainbow, Black Nore Review, Lit.202, Sidhe Press, Black Bough Poems…