I am home. Having slept long in my own bed, I am feeling that poetry practice should be a bit frivolous. There is a dream I need to unpick and hold like a talisman. It is not for sharing. At least not yet. Scotland was epic. But I do feel a loyalty to my mountains that are technically not mountains, not on the same scale as the Cairngorms or Glencoe at least. But they are my mountains, the ones I see and know that I am close to home. Scotland also has a great sense of humour and the absurd. It is also a land of makers, which was generous enough to fill my own creative well during my sojourn. Today’s poetry practice takes imspiration from a witty customer ‘polite notice’ in P&O’s toilets. My own verse version is more preachy. But any opportunity for climate change PR!
PLEASE DON’T FLUSH
Your iFone or your maxed out credit card.
There’s a fleet of tech and plastic floating
In the sea already. It can be hard
Not to flush down your sick fears and spite.
Stow ’em! Go lash them to the for’ard spar!
Just consider the first rule of boating:
This recepticle was made just for shite.
The ocean’s not your personal junkyard.
DOWN THIS TOILET