Frankie

Frankie has been with me for 9 months now, and he’ll be 6 in July and I’ll be 71 in July …



Frankie


Frankie is my doggie

Supposedly a champagne colour

But more like a dirty off-white

woolly picnic blanket

Friendly by nature

On hind legs he prances

Then promptly hit sits

Holds out his soft curly paw

He has the Cafe waitresses

Melt at his doggie command

Frankie knows how to score

Treats galore come his way

He is a happy winner everyday






Ivor Steven (c) April 2022

Perceptions

Introduction

This booklet is a collection of twenty collaborative articles. The photographs were taken by Derrick Knight, and the associated poems were written by Ivor Steven

The Photographer: Derrick Knight (New Forest, Southern England)

He is a septuagenarian who enjoys rambling physically and photographing what he sees, and rambling in his head as memories are triggered. He also rambles through a lifetime of his photographs.

The poet: Ivor Steven (Geelong, Australia)

He was formerly an Industrial Chemist, then a Plumber, now retired, and has been writing poetry for 20 years. He is on the committee of the Geelong Writers Inc.(Australia), a team member with the on-line magazine “Go Dog Go Cafe” (America), and also writer for “Coffee House Writers” magazine (America). 

As far as I can ascertain(??) from my poetry files, “The Faeries of Fry’s Lane” is the first poem I wrote in association with a Photograph/s taken by Derrick Knight from his wonderful blog/website … I have now compiled a PDF Booklet of all our twenty (I think) collaorations … If are you interested in receiving a free PDF copy of “Perceptions”, please contact me via this email >> IR.Steven@bigpond.com





The Faeries of Fry’s Lane


Walking down Fry’s Lane

Sheltering from the misty rain

I did spy among the hedgerow berries

A Frolic of mystical faeries

Like iridescent glowing canaries

A fluttering of night-time luminaries


Trying not to disturb their magical home

I quietly asked them, Are you all alone”

The faeries laughed and danced

They replied, Your vision is by perchance

and your dreams may turn to stone

if you wish for a golden throne”


Suddenly the glittering sands of time

Illuminating the faeries wings of rhyme

Begun jumping off the falling star

And the faeries quickly flew back to their green Avatar






Ivor Steven (c) December 2021