Solstice Poem Chasing the Last Light of Day

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In the last poem before a mid-summer break, Marc Latham celebrates the summer solstice in the northern hemisphere, and the long days we enjoy at this time of year.

There is still some light in the north-east sky until about 11pm at the moment where Marc lives (Leeds), and when he sees this he usually thinks how nice it would be to follow it until shaking night off, if it meant the day never ended, and you didn’t get tired.

Here’s the poem, and enjoy the solstice wherever you are:

Following the Last Light

Midnight Sun
all day fun
following last light
to escape night
north in June
flowers bloom
neverending colour
far from the equator

even night and day all year

winter is summer below
better follow
route Africa
then South America
December brings thaw
down world floor
no more night
ice sight

Poem about Dark Knight Film: Batman and Joker

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Marc Latham’s latest Folding Mirror poem uses the 2008 Batman and Joker film, The Dark Knight, as its subject.  It seemed fitting Folding Mirror material with its battle between the sky and underworld fought on street level; and opposing minds of hope and despair fighting for the Gotham society mindset.  Here it is:

Dark Knight Fights Against Joker’s Delights

bat’s  shape
in human cape
Gotham looks upwards to sky
Dark Knight flies high
Bruce Wayne transcends the night
between skyscrapers into sight

providing hope the people deserve?

below streets sewer underworld
Joker plots hatched and unfurled
causing chaos to society
Dent corrupted by lying duplicity
without a care
clown’s stare

Poem about Accepting the Reality about Humanity

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Here’s another jolly poem by Marc Latham, which was a stream of thought one hot off the press this morning.  Enjoy the weekend, and please look for some positives to balance the negative overtones of this self-indulgent poetry, such as the Werewolf of Oz!

Denied D9:
Dirty Dozen Deduct Double Declares Decade Denied De Nine

ten
years
too long decade
lost
time
in mind stockade

isolation

dig through grit
dark
ages
hidden under pit
emerge
when