Lesley Scoble

Do re mi fa so la ti—like the notes in a song on a stave

War birds align,

in a rank of the brave,

ready for a signal,

a message,

a sign

Most valiant pigeons of two world wars

Airforce combatants in battle scar tours

Intelligence carriers throughout the day and the night,

through bullet-hail, bomb blasted barriers—they soar to the fight

Along, long miles of dysentery-ridden trenches

Over troops who line up for names on brass plaque benches

In dark smoke-filled skies, dodging, defying—flying into Hell

Through blinding attack, shrapnel, smoke, shell,

and enemy fire

They fly fast and determined—

And

Close to the wire

Lesley Scoble, June 2023

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I title my first ever elfchen poem WEDDING. An elfchen poem does not require a title. It is a minimalist, concise expression of an idea or emotion within a structure of a simple eleven words. Please view more on my blog here: https://bit.ly/3O964pF

There once was an orange fox so sly

Who barked like a dog to the sky,

On the rooftop he stood,

Where the chimneys were good,

And confused all the neighbours nearby

L.S.

There was a fine young Lady from Spain,

Who was ‘muy grandiosa’ and vain,

She didn’t like her facet,

And wanted to replace it,

with another countenance less plain.

Lesley Scoble April, 2023

THE SUN ABANDONS LONDON: a pantoum poem

Where’s the London sun gone? Where’s it set?

Why did it abandon us? Where’d it go?

The rain is falling, the streets are wet.

It has rained all day, y’know.

Why did it abandon us? Where’d it go?

Where’s my umbrella? Drat! I left it on the bus.

It has rained all day, y’know.

Please, good fellow!—have you a brolly I can use?

Where’s my umbrella? Drat! I left it on the bus.

The weeping sky pours a deluge down upon my head

Please, good fellow!—have you a brolly I can use?

Sorry, I’ve only got my sodden hat, he said.

The weeping sky pours a deluge down upon my head

I’m getting soaked, I say. Drat! I left my brolly on a train.

Sorry, I’ve only got my sodden hat, he said.

He turns away. And I am abandoned to the rain.

THE EYE OF THE KALAMATRIX

The eye of the Kalamatrix opened wide and stared at me.

Its nostrils flared, exhaling a fulminate breath of fuming fire and sulphury smoke.

That is all it took to make me scared and run to hide, to flee!

To tell the truth, it was no joke!

Its nostrils flared, exhaling a fulminate breath of fuming fire and sulphury smoke.

The fearsome bestial eye glowed in the fiery fog

To tell the truth, it was no joke!

In fear of certain death, I fled from hence at a jog.

The fearsome bestial eye glowed in the fiery fog

That is all it took to make me scared and flee!

Fearful of certain death, I fled from hence at a jog.

The eye of the Kalamatrix opened wide and stared at me.

THE EYE OF THE KALAMATRIX

The eye of the Kalamatrix opened wide and stared at me.

Its nostrils flared, exhaling a fulminate breath of fuming fire and sulphury smoke.

That is all it took to make me scared and run to hide, to flee!

To tell the truth, it was no joke!

Its nostrils flared, exhaling a fulminate breath of fuming fire and sulphury smoke.

The fearsome bestial eye glowed in the fiery fog

To tell the truth, it was no joke!

In fear of certain death, I fled from hence at a jog.

The fearsome bestial eye glowed in the fiery fog

That is all it took to make me scared and flee!

Fearful of certain death, I fled from hence at a jog.

The eye of the Kalamatrix opened wide and stared at me.

Lesley Scoble September 2022