In an effort to try and regain something resembling control of my life, I’ve decided to get rid of some of the literary magazines that I’ve subscribed to in the past. So this is your chance to snaffle a selection of literary periodicals, of varying age and origin. There are a lot of them, so I’m going to be giving some away every week or two for the next little while.
Up for grabs today are the following UK mags:
- Orbis 116/7 (Spring/Summer 2000)
- Poetry Wales 38:1 (Summer 2002)
- Poetry London 52 (Autumn 2005)
- The Rialto 56 (November 2004)
and one from Australia:
- Island 84 (Spring/Summer 2000 – 2001).
For this first giveaway, we’ll have a small competition. Write a limerick OR cinquain OR other five line poem that in some way uses the phrase “comfortable trousers”. (Believe it or not, I picked it at random from a poem in one of the mags.) At this stage I’m restricting things to within NZ only – postage for this little stash would otherwise be unpleasantly high.
Post your entry in the comments section, and a winner will be selected on the morning of Friday April 8th.
Have fun!
A Dark Feathered Art 
Elevated Comfort
Two buskers performing on stilts,
Perceived they were starting to wilt.
They searched their web browers
For comfortable trousers,
Then breezily settled for kilts.
Greg O’Connell © 2011
Natural Remedy
Not featured at Paris, New York or Milan
As a mark of particular wealth
It’s “comfortable trousers”
The doctors prescribe
To foster testicular health.
Greg O’Connell © 2011
Deary deary me.
😉
Greg, I expected nothing less.
March Night
Apologies to Adelaide Crapsey
Autumn…
With wind all round,
Like comfortable pants,
The leaves, red-tipped, undo their belts
And fall.
Greg O’Connell © 2011
Ooh, nice. Although technically, as you’ve wussed out on “trousers” and gone with the less syllabically-challenging “pants”, you haven’t completely filled the brief
… I don’t believe I just typed that …
Oops! Subconscious Kiwi vernacular wants to wear the pants! I intended “trousers” all along to fulfill the syllable and stress count. Here’s the correct version:
March Night
Apologies to Adelaide Crapsey
Autumn…
With wind all round,
Like comfortable trousers,
The leaves, red-tipped, undo their belts
And fall.
Greg O’Connell 2011
Tight Moves
They garner applause and full houses,
Those male ballet dancers, but “Yowsers!”
You’d think that they might
Abandon the tights
And prance in more comfortable trousers!
Greg O’Connell © 2011
Not Hot
Accountants in comfortable trousers,
Teachers in sensible blouses;
May well have appeal,
For prudence and zeal,
But fizzle as passion-arousers.
Greg O’Connell © 2011
Too Close for Comfort
Despite what the tailor espouses,
On the matter of comfortable trousers;
If you’ve invested,
In something infested,
There’s nothing more snug than the louse is.
Greg O’Connell © 2011
The Enlightened Path
This life,
a soul journey.
Now, the enlightened path.
The Zen of Comfortable Trousers,
our strides.
Greg O’Connell © 2011
Greg, I don’t know if I should give you a high five or just run away very fast. You have certainly embraced the notion of comfortable trousers, and with considerable gusto.
Come on, the rest of you! At least one other person should come up with something as a challenge to Greg’s mastery! Ian? Catherine? Mum?
Come on, the rest of you!
Inuit Couples
With naturally comfortable houses,
And organically comfortable trousers;
Thanks to seal blubber,
They make for each other,
Agreeably comfortable spouses.
Greg O’Connell © 2011
Pan
The god of the fields and the bowers is
Famed for the way he carouses;
With the horns of a goat,
Piping his notes,
In suggestively comfortable trousers.
Greg O’Connell © 2011
To The Comfortable Trouser Balladeer
While all of us wowsers look on
Twice a day he writes a new song.
On the subject of comfortable trousers
He has become expert
As I run out of time
With doggerel that doesn’t even rhyme.
Benita Kape (c) 2011
Oh Benita, you coulda bin a contender!
😉
The very best man won and I had that mad last minute scramble 😉 Fun for sure
I thought the Cinquain most appropriate.
GO GEOFF