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Tuesday, June 13, 2017

Today's Surrey sonnet: Gove Re-apparitions

I am going to post these poems as I write them, because of the topicality of their subjects. I shall also only leave them up temporarily, during the composition process. I'm thinking of posting no more than 3 at any one time on the blog. See here to check for poems from other days...


The Soote Season

Like a rep production of The Sound of Music, with which
the hills are reportedly alive, and also the valleys plugged
with cotton-wool mist in denial of the results,
the actors have returned, re-shuffled as themselves.

A young pigeon ruffles its feathers but the old gull plummets,
far from disputed shores, to stab with blooded beak
the fledgling, flapping broken-winged to its death on a
Birmingham New Street platform. The national fish loafs.

The snakeskin shoes of Theresa May kick off –
as she does, rolled into the padded cell with the DUP
crying Brexit means Brexit means Brexit… Gove re-
apparitions in ‘rural affairs’, dogging sites he monitors moistly.

I dreamt I was in Kent; the bus missed my stop in the dark. You
don’t have to be Gummer to guess this summer will be a bummer!

13th June 2017: a draft, of course; I'll have to fiddle with it for fucking weeks! So:




The Soote Season

As in a shit production of The Sound of Music,
with which the hills are reportedly alive, and also the valleys
plugged with cotton-wool mist in denial of the results,
the actors have returned, re-shuffled as themselves.

A young pigeon ruffles its feathers but the old gull plummets,
far from disputed shores, to stab with blooded beak
the fledgling, flapping broken-winged to its death on a
Birmingham New Street platform. The national fish loafs.

The snakeskin shoes of Theresa May kick off –
as she does, rolled into the padded cell with the DUP
crying Brexit means Brexit means Brexit… Gove re-
apparitions in ‘rural affairs’, dogging sites he monitors moistly.

I dreamt I was in Kent; the bus missed my stop in the dark. You
don’t have to be Gummer to guess this summer will be a bummer!

13th June 2017 Or:



The Soote Season

As in a shit production of The Sound of Music,
with which the hills are reportedly alive, although the valleys
are plugged with cotton-wool mist in denial of the results,
the actors have returned, re-shuffled as themselves.

A young pigeon ruffles its feathers but the old gull plummets,
far from disputed shores, to stab with blooded beak
the fledgling, flapping broken-winged to its death, on a
Birmingham New Street platform. The national fish loafs.

The snakeskin shoes of Theresa May kick off –
as she does, rolled into the padded cell with the DUP
crying Brexit means Brexit means Brexit… Gove re-
apparitions in ‘rural affairs’, dogging sites he monitors moistly.

I dreamt I was in Kent; the bus missed my stop in the dark. You
don’t have to be Gummer to guess this summer will be a bummer!

13th June 2017 OR:




The Soote Season

As in a shit production of The Sound of Music,
with which the hills are reportedly alive, although eary valleys
are plugged with cotton-wool mist in denial of the results,
the actors have returned, re-shuffled as themselves.

A young pigeon ruffles its feathers but the old gull plummets,
far from disputed shores, to stab with blooded beak
the fledgling, flapping broken-winged to its death, on
Birmingham New Street platform 5. The national fish loafs.

The snakeskin shoes of Theresa May kick off –
as she does, rolled into the padded cell with the DUP
crying Brexit means Brexit means Brexit… Gove re-
apparitions in ‘rural affairs’, dogging sites he monitors moistly.

I dreamt I was in Kent; the bus missed my stop in the dark. You
don’t have to be Gummer to guess this summer will be a bummer!

13th June 2017 OR:



The Soote Season

As in a shit encore to The Sound of Music, with which
the hills are reportedly alive, although eary valleys
are plugged with cotton-wool mist in denial of the results,
the actors have returned, re-shuffled as themselves.

A young pigeon ruffles its feathers but the old gull plummets,
far from disputed shores, to stab with blooded beak
the fledgling, flapping broken-winged to its death, on
Birmingham New Street platform 5. The national fish loafs.

The snakeskin shoes of Theresa May kick off –
as she does, rolled into the padded cell with the DUP
crying Brexit means Brexit means Brexit… Gove re-
apparitions in ‘rural affairs’, dogging sites he monitors moistly.

I dreamt I was in Kent; the bus missed my stop in the dark. You
don’t have to be Gummer to guess this summer will be a bummer!

13th June 2017 OR EVEN:



The Soote Season

As in a shit encore to The Sound of Music, with which
the hills are reportedly alive, although eary valleys
are plugged with cotton-wool mist in denial of the results,
the actors have returned, re-shuffled as themselves.

A young pigeon ruffles its feathers but an old gull plummets,
far from disputed shores, to stab with blooded beak
the fledgling, flapping broken-winged to its death, on
Birmingham New Street platform 5. The national fish loafs.

The snakeskin shoes of Theresa May kick off –
as she does, rolled into the padded cell with the DUP
crying Brexit means Brexit means Brexit… Gove
re-apparitions at Rural Affairs, a dogging site he monitors moistly.

I dreamt I was in Kent; the bus missed my stop in the dark. You
don’t have to be Gummer to guess this summer will be a bummer!

13th June 2017