2nd part of my epic poem....

But beyond my sadness

Lay a darkness

A darkness darker than my own

As far within

As far without

My inner-outer mind.

A streak of pain like a lover’s tongue

Licks the orbits of my eyes

And all I see are the mangled limbs of the branches in the trees.

Look! Look at how the moon bleeds

And far off by the broken gate a figure moves

Picking flowers

Her blackened nails scratching at the soil

With the screech of an owl.

And now towards me heads this figure

Bearing not flowers but a pink-eyed stare.

The bloody moonlight seeps across her tangled face

While now she waits

And now she waves her fish-hook hand

And scrawls her shaky voice upon the silent breeze.

And how the twisted stems of the grass snatch at my ankles

Like the hands of the drowning.

And in that wood the eyes no longer see

But only feel

The blind, poking darkness

Of the wood’s searching, groping anxious need

To clasp me to its damp and heaving breast

Where now it holds me

Like its rooted trees.

A Poem For Our Times by Grenville Allen

It's the spittle and sputum you have to avoid

Just keep a two metre distance

No need to be paranoid

Aerosols! I hear you say

Those tiny airborne Covid particles

Are out to get you

And look like they're here to stay

Fear not though:

If you wish to live to a grand old age

Just heed the advice of those experts called Sage

When all's said and done

It doesn't really hurt

To stay alert

And there's no need to frown

At the lockdown
Just vent your spleen at Covid-19

And tell any friends who've asked where you've been

That now's the time to be heard

Not seen.

  

Grenville Allen

    f i n e   a r t i s t 

 www.grenvilleallen.com 

Twitter  Facebook  Blog

The Nostalgia of the Infinite

Grenville Allen

 is feeling nostalgic at 

Soho, London UK

.

27 April at 08:31 · London · 

Public

Steve

: as a copywriter at a London ad agency, I used #FultonMackay as a voiceover playing the part of an old salmon, telling a young salmon who wanted to use the new #AirFrance flights from Edinburgh "Och, you've got to do a bit of spawning!" Anyway, the young salmon continues to tell Fulton all about flying by Air France rather than swimming up stream. "And they don't treat you like sardines either!" the young salmon ends his sell for Air France travel. Actually in those far-off days I employed a few of those characters you've lovingly drawn - #DavidJason et al....

8Jayne Holland, Cyril Vickers and 6 others

3 comments

1 share

Like

Comment

Share

Comments

• Steve Lilly

  That's a pretty surreal sketch...you have a very strange brain!.....creative and brilliant in a nice way

  • Like
  •  · 
    Reply
  •  · 4 d
• Grenville Allen

  They called me 'Mad Allen'!

  1

  • Like
  •  · 
    Reply
  •  · 4 d
• Christine L Hall

  You’re not changed then 

  1

  • Haha
  •  · 
    Reply
  •  · 4 d

Pretty surreal was seeing Cyril Vickers again in the Royal Victoria Place after last seeing him all those years ago when we sat together in a Soho wine bar. There he was, popping in to do a spot of shopping and there we were ~ #HazeltheMallMoll and I trading in our full display stand. Weird how these things occur.