People are starving
Pumpkins become jack'o'lights
All you need to know.

© Kevin Scully 2020

There is a new journal of religious poetry.

If you want to learn more about it, this blog may help.

Oh, and you will find three of my poems in the launch edition.

As kids we mucked
about in mud,
dabbled in dirt,
frolicked in filth.
 
But lockdown love
means sep’rate beds;
intimate space
holds new meanings:
 
Social distance,
isolated,
selves sealed off by
lines on the ground.
 
Hygienic hands
waving hello
while longing hearts
dare not unleash.

© Kevin Scully 2020

My neighbour could infect me
So I will stay away from him.
My neighbour might subject me;
Good thoughts of him grow grim.
My neighbour may dissect me--
I’ll have to tear him limb from limb.
Yet my neighbour can protect me
So why not shelter him?
 
© Kevin Scully 2020
 
This is an early draft. Any comments to shape it better? Get in contact.

Button lips
Open heart
Open book
Open mind

© Kevin Scully 2020

Light lushes on leaves
Angled sunshine on birch trees
Birds’ beaks bark questions

© Kevin Scully 2020

Another purchase
It is one more gift for you
My executor

© Kevin Scully 2019

Chinese tourists
go to Blackman's
to buy English
shoes that are made
in China.
Go figure.

© Kevin Scully 2019


Blackman's is a shoe shop - Cash is King, no cards- in London's East End.
'In God we trust; all others pay cash'.

My two good friends
Have two kids each:
To each a boy and girl;
They watch them bend
Beyond their reach:
A niche is now the world.

© Kevin Scully 2018

When they pinned him
to that tree –
Him, I mean.
Once and for all –
them, you, me –
He nailed it.
 
© Kevin Scully 2018

September 14 is the Feast of the Holy Cross