I’ve always loved collective nouns, they can be such fun, definitely worth making a poem out of them …
COLLECTIVELY SPEAKING
for a craft of hackers
a gambol of dancers
sends a poke of fencers
past a staff of employees
who gossip about
an indecision of managers
wanting to introduce
a bond of secret agents
into a quarrel of lawyers
which will only confuse
a ream of bureaucrats
asleep behind
a craft of hackers
unheard under
the whistle of modems
used by a flock of tourists
in a maze of canyons
where a fright of ghosts
sends a run of cowards
into the arms
of a gossip of columnists
to be seized by
a clutch of kleptomaniacs
A Bedroom of Searchlights’: poetry. This collection draws a picture of the poet’s divorced mother, an artist with two children, who struggled with poverty, war, and the realities of daily life, yet still found beauty and comfort in her garden, and her art. From Inanna Publications, 2016.
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