Three Triolets

Clun

Clun is the quietest place in England
if you can also settle down your mind.

You’ll never see it around the headland;
Clun is the quietest place in England.

Though you’re kicking up a stretch of sand,
there is a bench and park no-one can find.

Clun is the quietest place in England
if you can also settle down your mind.

Two Jabs

Two jabs or two jags, the illness comes after
high points and low lights, whatever you’ve seen.

Buoyed up by syrups, compounds and laughter;
Two jabs or two jags, the illness comes after.

Against any danger, always a grafter;
you sense what’s coming, a long time since green.

Two jabs or two jags, the illness comes after
high points and low lights, whatever you’ve seen.

The Old Theologian

Says the old theologian, kind eyes, slight smile:
‘Here are ten thousand words to add to the Lord’s.’

If a person says ‘Walk with me’, go one extra mile
says the old theologian, kind eyes, slight smile.

On Zoom with the bookshelves, home life on trial,
he could only get over a few broken chords.

Says the old theologian, kind eyes, slight smile:
‘Here are ten thousand words to add to the Lord’s.’

Author: Alex Saynor

I like to write poems set around The River Thames, Central Berkshire, South West London, Bournemouth and South Wales - I’ve recently had poems published by Two Rivers Press, Football Poets, Places of Poetry and Wokingham Today. Further background to my interest in Reading and surrounding areas: https://tworiverspress.com/2023/09/05/margins-of-reading-a-poem-by-alex-saynor-for-peter-robinson/amp/

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