Wednesday, 3 June 2020

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.

Tuesday, 2 June 2020

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

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Saturday, 2 May 2020

The Nostalgia of the Infinite

Grenville Allen
 is feeling nostalgic at 
Soho, London UK

27 April at 08:31 · London · 
: 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....
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  • That's a pretty surreal have a very strange brain!.....creative and brilliant in a nice way
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  • They called me 'Mad Allen'!😂
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  • You’re not changed then 😘
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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.