NEW AUTUMN SHADE IN STOCK

Like lichen rampant on prunus hedges,
Union flags flutter from public poles.
Relentless theft of enemies clothing,
Plus non stop foment of fear and loathing,
Stream of consciousness policies spew forth,
Articulated from our leader’s cuff,
Bright blue passports for pints in British pubs,
Refugees stockaded in dank wormwood,
Children with prospects? Who the fuck are they?
Surely we should treat all kids just the same?
September, seemingly, so far away,
Pregnant with austere fiscal promises,
As next budget pushes non block chainers,
Over post furlough unfungible cliffs,
We’ll revel in long covid new normal,
Jabbed full of fake algorithmic dream memes.

Harry Rogers, in the Red Bedroom, 25th March 2021.

PLUCKING LILAC BY GREENWICH PARK

LILACS IN A VASE By MARY CASSATT

She leans against the wall,
Butterflies all around,
Faces slightly away,
Staring down at the ground,
She resents intrusion,
As the cameraman.
Catches her so mardy
Not a part of his plan

She’s plucking lilac by the park,
Wishing she could be somewhere else,
Anywhere but here now with him
Plucking lilac by Greenwich Park

Drops petals to the floor
She’s had enough of this.
No more sultry poses,
Nor puckering her lips.
Thinking she must go now,
Get far away from here,
He looks into her eyes,
Resentfulness is clear.

She’s plucking lilac by the park,
Wishes she could be somewhere else,
Anywhere but here now with him
Plucking lilac by Greenwich Park.

Harry Rogers, Amended in the Yellow Room, 25th March 2021.