Absolutely Nebulous (type 2), by Oonah V Joslin

In this polar stratospheric realm a cumulus of opinion formed where fractus ruled and took the helm wherein a lying contrail wormed. .. Now, noctilucent as the day, Mediocris stratus came. Nimbus was she. They called her May bot, strong and stable ‘not to remain’. .. Castelanus Albion! See, she cried, how we stand together deploying funnel vision against good old British weather! .. But Ireland was torn and split by […]

The Scene, by Oonah V Joslin

I wish I knew how others get so high on life – still buzzing from some social event – looking forward to being in the crowd – working the room with easy grace, remembering people’s faces, people’s names, taking pleasure in joining in their games, laughter ringing high to the rafters. Genuinely saying, Wasn’t that great! […]

After Ruskin, by Oonah V Joslin

 Found Poem: from Pg 35 “Unto this Last” – John Ruskin ,, bribes impetuous decisions our respect justice science subjects to experiment upon give poison in the mask of ,, After Ruskin ,, We are not citizens. We are subjects to experiment upon. .. And this is not science. It’s politics. .. It gives poison […]

Emoticons, by Oonah V Joslin

Such emo-sentiments are hollow, I find, boast, public outcries of the Face book kind. .. I feel it’s like some bargain with the devil a thing so vain it rivals our survival. .. Sign the petition. Share. Follow the daily mail. Powerlessness assuaged, you can sleep well. .. The sting is Armageddon if you fail. […]

Two clerihews by Oonah V Joslin

Theresa May-be/May-be not changed my mind cos I got caught ‘s moral superiority suddenly found a money tree!   Queen Elizabeth dispassionately examining her crown, flicked at a huge, dulling pearl, with a frown. Pearls should be worn. They need keeping warm, she said. I’m afraid, she hung her head, this poor pearl is dead. .. .. […]

It’s Art by Oonah V Joslin

The Angel of the North shall stand one hundred years on the high land between Gateshead and Durham where its wings, stretched open to the air like an aeroplane, no feathers bright, its rust reflects a duller, lesser light. Above the motorway it towers. Gormlessly this giant glowers down as the cars and lorries pass. […]

Only Words by Oonah V Joslin

Sprinkler systems are expensive to install, so I am informed on TV. Children died. I’m appalled.  . Cladding is cosmetic. Cosmetic’s what we do. Outsourced of course. And with delayed reviews.  . Can’t afford firefighters. Can’t afford the NHS. Can’t afford education. This country’s in a mess!  . It will take a long, long time […]