Writer #2 (stanza #1)

WRITER #2

Wiping a circle in the condensation
To view a drab morning in Autumn
From one’s sombre studio salon,
One revives the aspiration
Of the literary recognition
To relieve oneself of the obligation
To travail as an automaton
In the lower ranks of one’s profession
In the perpetual delusion
That one will earn the distinction
Of other people’s expectations,
That one has achieved one’s vocation.

© Copyright RC Clermont 2017

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Self

Self

Life in the fast lane;

defective product. Bin it;

Write, Live, Love, Escape

 

© Copyright RC Clermont 2015

From: ‘Reflections 3‘.  (available at Amazon; part of the ‘Reflections‘ series of haiku verse).

 

Brexit (On England) # 2

BREXIT (On England) #2

In crappy towns of England
The peons are exploding,
For, from their daily reading,
Their empty- brained believing
The baron bigots scare -telling
Of foreigners invading.

‘We’ve got our country back’
They scream. So take a look;
The chain -store high streets,
Burger restaurants,
Fried chicken outlets,
Pubs to stand and shout,
From which to spill out fighting;
The country’s so inviting.

© Copyright RC Clermont 2017

Promised Land

PROMISED LAND

Computer-scored theme,
Optimistic,
This the corporate
World vision pitch.

Drone-footage sweeps
Of city scapes,
Fields and pastures,
Of azure skies.

Bright-faced families,
Blonde, clean-clothed, white-toothed,
Immaculately groomed,
The dream, marketed.

Whither the poisoned springs,
Ground waters, streams and rivers?
Chemical spillages,
Enviro damages?

The corrupted civil servants,
In-the-pocket politicians?
The workhouse conditions
And child slave-labourers?

The overburdened mothers,
Humiliated fathers?
The jobless degree-holders,
And zero-hours contractors?

© Copyright RC Clermont 2017

The view From Parliament Hill (#stanza 9 of 9)

THE VIEW FROM PARLIAMENT HILL

Beneath this great lake
Lies once prestige real estate,
And if evoked with joyful coldness,
The once landed had become landless.
At night, those City towers no longer blaze wastefully.
When darkness falls, the only lights to see
Are those of buoys in warning,
Blinking and bobbing,
And channel- marking
Where it’s safe for daytime boating parties
And picture-taking touring barges
For navigating leisurely.

© RC CLERMONT 2017

The View From Parliament Hill (stanza #8)

THE VIEW FROM PARLIAMENT HILL

 

Further still westward
Stand England’s symbols of Church and State;
The towers of the Minster Abbey
Wherein the nation’s monarchs were annoited
To Zadok chorals and vivat, vivat,
And, standing in propinquity,
The remnants, collapsed partially,
Of Pugin’s Parliament,
And, no longer extant,
The clock tower in arrest perpetually.
No more laws of enslavement
Or of Malthusian experiment.

© Copyright RC Clermont 2017