Fish
06 Sep 2011 Leave a Comment
in Penny Luker, Poems Tags: Fish, Penny Luker, poetry
There once was a fish in the sea
who wanted a human for tea.
He pulled one right in
then took off his skin
and ate him with chips – tasty.
Stewed prunes and chocolate
30 Aug 2011 Leave a Comment
in Penny Luker, Poems Tags: choices, life balance, Penny Luker, poetry
There are days of low fat meals
skimmed milk and bland crispbread.
Cravings for apple crumble
change to stewed prunes instead.
Those testy scales are laden
with feet hidden by the flab.
No mirrors in the bathroom
to reveal the clothes so drab.
Chocolate in the drawer;
a silent hidden treasure,
so rich and darkly smooth.
The taste of it such pleasure.
The adverts dictate thinness
as an ideal woman’s form
but I suggest that chocolate
should be everybody’s norm.
Tissue Paper Flowers
28 Aug 2011 Leave a Comment
in Penny Luker, Poems Tags: flowers, garden, Penny Luker, poetry
Sweet peas cling to their climbing frame,
a shower of mauve, pink and blue.
Flowers emit their pure perfume
creating an old fashioned view.
The tangled stems daily produce
a harvest of scented delight,
like delicate tissue paper,
natural, beautiful, bright.
A small bunch tied with silken string
will say more than words ever say,
and when the flowers are in a vase
they sensualise the day.
New Baby
26 Aug 2011 Leave a Comment
in Family, Penny Luker, Poems Tags: Family, Penny Luker, poetry
The tension is rising.
The new baby’s nearly due.
Everybody’s waiting,
but he doesn’t come on cue.
He should be heading downwards
but he’s standing on his feet.
The nurses try to turn him
but their work is incomplete.
A caesarean operation
brings the baby safely here.
Mother’s doing well.
Relief grins from ear to ear.
The new baby is a beauty.
We all coo and start to fuss,
but God bless him as he yawns
and turns away from us.
So give them a hug
25 Aug 2011 Leave a Comment
in Penny Luker, Poems Tags: love, Penny Luker, poetry
There’s a lot to be said for being a Gran,
all the joys and cuddles and such.
Watching them grow, without all the work
and loving them all very much.
Look at the toys they are given these days.
So many games to be played.
If I tidied up after them I’d have to say
I’d be well and truly dismayed.
It will tear at your heart strings I know that for sure
If they’re crying a lot or in pain,
so give them a hug and a huge chocolate bar
and hand them back to their parents again.
Cats Rule
24 Aug 2011 Leave a Comment
in Cats, Penny Luker, Poems Tags: cats, Penny Luker, poetry
Is there any room for me
on this king-sized bed?
Three cats are lounging on my feet
and on my arm and head.
My husband’s half is full of him.
The cats pile on my side.
I’d really like to have a stretch
and believe me I have tried.
It’s very hot in here tonight
and I’m feeling rather squashed.
One cat is chewing at his toes
and another’s getting washed.
I suffer from a lack of sleep.
It’s every night you see
and is it far too much to ask,
is there any room for me?
The Truth Glass
21 Aug 2011 5 Comments
in Penny Luker, Poems Tags: ageing, Penny Luker, poetry, regrets
A touch of lipstick on her lips.
Lashes softly darkened black.
She glances in the looking glass;
a pretty woman stares right back.
But the image is misleading, false.
The mirage of a willing mind;
a wishful trick of memory,
but time will make the truth unwind.
Glasses placed before her eyes,
she sees deep wrinkles dance their track.
Looking into the mirror once more
she sees her mother staring back.
Falco tinnunculus
06 Nov 2008 Leave a Comment
in Penny Luker, Poems Tags: birds, kestrel, Penny Luker, poetry
Multi-feathered, flapping wings,
beating furiously.
From the ground seems stationary,
translucent against the sun.
In an instant
plummets to the Earth,
and steals the blooded treasure;
then shoots swiftly towards the sky.
Feeding Time
06 Nov 2008 2 Comments
in Penny Luker, Poems Tags: birds, Penny Luker, poetry
Night black crows sit balanced
on high wooden posts.
Buzzards stand in ruffled socks
ripping fresh meat to shreds,
while red kites watch from distant skies.
They check that it is safe
to swoop and steal a morsel,
then feed themselves mid-air.
Fascinated people whisper in hides
at the theatre before them.
They watch through slitted windows
with bright eyes open wide,
as camera shutters click
Like a never-ending tune
to catch the birds that fill the sky.
The kites dance and glide,
and spread their patterned wings
like hand painted open fans,
while buzzards stand firm;
their red raw meal secure.
Against the Odds
06 Nov 2008 Leave a Comment
in Penny Luker, Poems, Uncategorized Tags: chips, Penny Luker, poetry
I heard them sneer behind my back,
“Mummy’s boy,” they cried;
but how could I leave her
without a man by her side?
She ran the local chippy
and always smelled of fat
I did all the odd jobs
but folk don’t remember that.
I dreamed of writing books
of the stories in my head,
but the words kept on drowning
in the bottles by my bed.
The shop became a prison.
She jailed me with her love.
How I longed to fly free
just like the clouds above.
Then along came his aging nibs,
and mum went all a quiver.
People thought I would be jealous
when he made her old bones shiver.
But I thought – I’ll take my leave;
now I will spread my wings.
I own nothing but my backpack
and a heart that truly sings.
Now I am a seasoned traveller
and see so many sights.
I try delicious national dishes
and climb the highest heights,
but there’s one thing I will never touch,
It will not pass my lips.
I will never, ever, eat again
bloody fish and chips.
