Poetry please by Angela Caldin
I’m delighted to say that our joint post with three limericks inspired by our feelings about Donald Trump reached our widest audience yet on Facebook (that’s what Facebook told us, so it must be true). Disappointingly though, none of our followers sent in a limerick of their own. This made us a little downcast, but our spirits rose again when we received not a limerick, but a whole poem from Ann Chapman which I’m taking the liberty of publishing here. I was going to add a photo of the leader of the free world, but then decided that we’d seen quite enough of him in recent days and it was better to let Ann’s words speak for themselves. Thank you Ann for a great poem.
Big Don (after Roma Poliki)*
Big Don rides us hard
His limo stalking us too close
Flipping his straw hair ruffled by wind
Sniffing from his breakfast coke
In his shiny suits and loud, loud ties
Glowering like a tart Seville orange
He thinks he’s just it
No question
Big Don plays fast and loose
Conning with his lies
Astounding with his nasty quips
He swankers by
Basking in his own ego
Head held high
Smirking like a Cheshire cat
He’s the goods
No question
He leaves a trail
Of despair and broken women
As he grabs their pussy
Clutched their breasts
His for the asking
No question
So I smile
And think
Thank God
I’m here
Not there
No question about that
That is until he fades
And then I grin
Unfading
*Roma Potiki is a Maori poet, playwright, performer, and visual artist. She is the author of Stones in Her Mouth (1992) and Shaking the Tree (1998) and the play Going Home (1996).
Thanks for that but alas a typo was missed by me. Seville orange not serville!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I did wonder about that and I should have checked with you. Anyway, I’ve corrected it now – it’s a great simile!
Hey Ann you’ve given the old site a shot in the arm! 8 likes is just about viral for us, so thanks, but bugger the typo I reckon ‘Serville Orange’ is a fine concept and worthy of further development. Cheers, Trevor.